Or at least it feels that way.
In reality, today is "only" my 1,215th consecutive day of nursing. That includes the 18 months between Chickie's birth and me getting pregnant, the nine months of pregnancy with Zoodle (still nursing Chickie), three months of nursing them both, and the last 10 months or so of nursing only Zoodle.
I once came across the phrase, "Breastfeeding makes my heart sing." This was probably sometime between Chickie's first birthday and me getting pregnant with Zoodle. I thought, "Yes! That describes how I feel!" I felt that nursing helped me bond with Chickie. The body also gives off the relaxing hormone oxytocin during breastfeeding, and that can be very nice.
But, folks, these days breastfeeding usually does not "make my heart sing"! I'm almost at a point of breastfeeding inertia--where I'm continuing to do it because it's easier than weaning, and because it's what I've done for so long. It's not quite at that point yet--I also like knowing that Zoodle is still getting good nutrition and Mommy time by nursing. Sometimes I feel a nice sense of relaxation while nursing, but other times, frankly, it's just a bother.
I find myself thinking about how much I'll enjoy my breasts being mine again. They've done a great job serving their practical purposes as milk production and delivery systems. But as wonderful as that has been, there's something to be said for shutting down the dairy farm and letting the cows enjoy their retirement.
So we'll see how long I'm kept going due to inertia and an intellectual awareness of the benefits. When I do stop nursing, it will be with the poignant knowledge that I'll probably miss it later, and that I'm unlikely to ever do it again. But I think it's a chapter of my life I'll be ready to leave behind before too long. I just hope Zoodle feels the same way.