I'm done breastfeeding. I will never again use my body to feed another human being (barring some sort of crazy Donner Party-esque event). That does make me a little sad, but I am so proud and grateful that I was able to feed both of my boys for as long as I could.
Over the course of the last few weeks, a couple of women I know announced their third pregnancies. Both of these women were pregnant with me, both times, so our kids are all about the same age. When they announced their forthcoming new babes, I expected to feel sad, jealous, or disappointed that I wasn't pregnant with them again.
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