For the second day in a row, Alex has gone without "gak" in the morning. For those of you who need a translation, that means he hasn't nursed for two mornings in a row. We've been down to pretty much morning and night for quite a while, and I thought he would never want to cut out any more sessions in the forseeable future. But yesterday I was running a little late and just brought him directly to a waiting breakfast (waffles and yogurt, for the history books) and he seemed happy to just go straight to the real food. I did the same this morning, and he was fine again.
Is this the beginning of the end of nursing? Perhaps. Likely. Part of me will be glad to have my body back, but I will so miss the cuddle time as well. And from here on out, I will be particularly mindful to cherish every session.