My wife Holly is starting to appear pregnant. She enjoys being pregnant. And she enjoys breastfeeding. She breastfed our son Avery who is now four months past his second birthday, for 27 months. Holly stopped breastfeeding because her doctor suggested that it might have contributed to the two miscarriages she had. She cried for a few days after hearing that something she was doing for Avery had ended life. I told her that the doctor didn’t know what he was talking about. But he probably did.