I missed World Breastfeeding Week. I've been busy, with Samantha and Stacia (my niece, who will be 16 on Saturday) here, going to the beach, to Mexico, to the zoo, and generally having fun to take any time to sit here and write a blog.
I realized last night that I have now been breastfeeding, continuously, for 41 months.
Add in pregnancy, and I've been giving part of my body over to another (or two other) human being(s) for over 4 years now.
It's become so normal, so routine, that I don't know what I'll do when (if) Turner ever weans. Maybe sleep, and have a really, really, really big margarita.