Oh woe is me, woe indeed. For my little baby girl is no longer a little baby girl, but a fully fledged toddling thing. She's finally weaned completely off the boob, after 16 and a half months. I don't know what to do with myself any more, apart from delight in the presence of underwires. I'm proud of myself for having fed her this long, but it's only been a couple of days and I miss it already. There's nothing quite like a little warm snuggly body curling up for a feed.
WOE I tell you, woe.
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