I'm sort of proud of myself though. Ever since I passed the 12 month mark, I've wondered when I would begin to feel 'done'. Not that I AM done, just that I'm clearly beginning to nurse only for K's sake rather than for the benefits both he AND I received. (think emotionally wonderful bonding moments with fuzzy borders.) Nowadays, I'm more prone to pull away from K and turn over before he's quite done nursing OR getting to sleep. Which, interestingly enough, K doesn't seem to mind TOO much.
So, I'm pleased to see that there really IS a natural flow to this sort of thing when left to the exclusive world of mother and child. Child grows to an age where the the benefits of breastmilk are minor (compared to the infant stages), and mother and child together reach a point at which a weaning process begins. Because, really, that's what's going on here...ever since the introduction of solids, K has been weaning. And, now, the ride is about to get a lot quicker because Mum is nearing an end.
I'm proud that I've never been swayed on this issue. (weaning early I mean) I mean, it's pretty annoyingly, odd-feeling to nurse a kid k's age in public. But, I still do. And, maybe it's weird that K still relies (a good part) upon nursing to get himself to sleep, but I trust that, given time, he'll figure it out.
Not that I actually believe we'll be done nursing before he turns 3. He's still pretty attached, and, truthfully, I still rely HEAVILY on nursing as a cure-all. Which, really, is totally fine.