Mostly these days I'm ready to be done nursing. Tommy is not very gentle and if I'd let him, he'd nurse all the time. Sometimes he bites me. Most of the time he jams his fingers into my mouth and cuts me with his tiny sharp nails. Sometimes it's like wrestling an octopus and I just don't enjoy it.
But then sometimes, I think he might be my last baby and the thought of never nursing another child again hits me hard. Sometimes he snuggles just so and actually doesn't shove his hands into my mouth and I think that of course I'll let him go until he's ready.
I typed this with sticky toddler hands jammed into my mouth. That is one habit I most definitely won't miss.