Yesterday was my last day with these trusty ol’ friends.
We’ve been through it all together. Long, sleepless nights. Hospital stays. Road trips. After nearly 12 months, we now part ways. I don’t know if I will miss them. Whenever I thought of giving them up, it made me a little anxious. But the less I use them, the less I think about it.
So it is bitter sweet in its own weird way.
Hopefully I don’t have to buy formula for long.
And hopefully my boobs look semi-normal again someday.
And hopefully I can keep off the pounds that the milk-making helped me shed.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
OK not really.
Peace out, pumps.
Until we meet again.
Love it!
goodbye and good riddance… for now?! 🙂
Oh boobs.
Breast-feeding is so awesome for so many reasons, but I hate my baby boobs. Hate.
It’s wonderful to wear real clothes. And to be a non-practical joke size again.