When we started having children we made the decision that I would breastfeed. There were a variety of reasons, but I'll just leave it at that is the decision I made. Furthermore, I decided that I wouldn't necessarily wean them but allow them to self-wean as to not make it a traumatic or stressful situation.
When my daughter was 14 months old, and still nursing, I got pregnant with my son. There were some problems and my doctor suggested I try to wean her. I tried for a few weeks, it was awful and horrible and all the things I thought trying to wean a child who wasn't ready would be, so I continued to allow her to nurse. She eventually weaned herself at 19 months. I had three glorious months of wearing normal bras and no one was pawing at my boobs uninvited. When she was 22 months I gave birth to our son.
He is now 25 months old and shows no signs of being ready to wean, even though I'd like to be done nursing him. I know I could wean him, I really do and I know everyone has an opinion on this issue, but I am pretty against the idea of weaning him solely for the sake of my convenience. A few months ago, my ob/gyn switched my birth control, but warned me that it would more than likely decrease my milk supply. I said I wouldn't mind that and then secretly prayed my milk supply went away. No luck, still going strong.
So, I say all of that to say that last night I was nursing my son and thinking about the fact that out of the past 48 months (4 years) I have been nursing a child 45 of those months. Oh, how I long for the day that my boobs are once again mine.
** A reference to how I feel my boobs are going to look when the milk supply is gone.