Yep. Those are my boobs. Or they were, rather, sometime last summer. My daughter is now 20 months old and I finally “finished” the weaning process. My milk hasn’t even dried up all the way. But I started back on my regular birth control, and that sort of finalizes the decision in a way; my milk will dry up now, and nursing the baby in the mean time could actually cause her to menstruate because of the hormones in my pills. Yikes!
We’ve actually been tapering the number of nursing sessions slowly for a while, both for convenience (those mid-night and early morning feedings buy Mommy more time in bed) and, admittedly, because a small part of me was reticent to give up such a bonding experience, even though it was becoming less convenient and more uncomfortable for me. So my breasts have been shrinking back to their former glory, and now I’m back to being a large B/small C- cup. Which I guess would be fine if the rest of me would shrink faster too. And I am a tiny bit sad, not only for my diminished bustline, but because this is another part of my child’s (my first child, my only child) growing up. I am thinking I didn’t get enough “baby nursing” pictures to commemorate the whole event.
And I have to admit, I’m going to miss my big, beautiful milk boobies too. Not the super-ginormous, lumpy and painful “should have nursed two hours ago” boobies, but maybe the mostly full, “big, round, stand-up all on their own” porn star jubblies.
Aaaaaaand maybe I’m gonna miss chasing my husband around and squirting him in the eye with milk from the “twins.” 😉