Why this didn’t occur to me, I don’t know. But Sam very quickly caught on that I’d only nurse when he’s ready for a nap, so he now claims to be tired. All the time. And he’s stepped up the night nursing as well – although that might have something to do with the cold that we’re both fighting. I’ve actually given up fighting it, I’ve just got it. I can’t remember the last time I had something that just hung on for this long – never bad enough for me to really be miserable, just enough so that I’ve felt slightly sick for about two weeks.
I really feel somewhat stuck with the nursing. I refuse as much as I can, but there are times when he just wants to nurse so badly that I can’t say no. To flat out shut him off cold turkey would defeat the purpose of nursing on demand for the past three years. I’ll just keep hoping that he’ll wean himself, I guess. But I’d like to get pregnant sometime soon, and really hate the thought of tandem nursing. More than that, I hate the thought of having Sam try to adjust to sharing nursing with a new sibling. I think that’d be really difficult for him.
Quiet, rainy afternoon here, and I’m just puttering about. Jess is at dance class and Sam’s got a bunch of plastic spoons, a ton of my utensils from the kitchen and my big spagetti pot and is very busy making pretend soup. I have dishes to do, and laundry to fold, and Jessie’s bedroom to clean (I let the kids play in there earlier and have to clean it up before she gets home or deal with the wrath) but have little to no enthusiasm. I might just spend the rest of the afternoon loafing on the computer instead :-).