I know that this isn't quite the subject here, but I am pleased to say that I have finally stopped fedding Nyle at 16 months. Gosh, was it a battle. Nyle loved to be fed and is an all-round affectionate boy - he always comes up for cuddles - and he really didn't and still doesn't want to stop. I feel though that the time is right for me to get my body back. I kept on feeding him because we were going away on holiday and staying in a small flat (apartment) and I knew that if he woke up in the night I would have to get him quiet before he wok up all the neighbours, and feeding him would be the best thing. Well, surprise surprise, he soon worked this out and at the end woke up sometimes as much as every hour to be fed and would only go back to sleep attached. So, from only one feed in the morning, at one point I was feeding him as much as seven times in the day/night again. Fool! I had to go cold turkey when we got back, after having cut down again whilst we were away, because his sleep was getting so disrupted by the desire to feed. It has now been a month and apart from twice when I gave in (after a nasty fall down the stairs and one night when he woke up boiling hot and unwell from a nasty cold) I have stuck firm. He still stands at the side of the bath pointing and looking hopefull and now pulls at my t-shirt saying "no!" with a grin on his face, but the tantrums have stopped and maybe one day he will forget...

Well, I am pleased to have lasted so long but perhaps wish I had given up a little earlier as I think the transition might have been shorter, but hey. I now have my once impressive but now slightly saggy boobs back and they are all mine! No more drop-cup bras! The time was well and truly right for me, although I think I might just have created a breast-man in later life!