After four years and seven months of breastfeeding, my days as a milch cow are over. In one week, I lost four pounds and one cup size.
I can’t believe the clothes that I fit in now that I’m no longer a D-cup. Medium tops would always be a belly-shirt or I’d be exploding out the top like Pam Anderson. Dozens of people keep asking me: What are you doing? Are you on a diet? You’re melting away!
Nope. Just stopped the nursing. Its amazing how much smaller your body looks without the extra flesh on top. And I’ve missed these clothes! I remember looking through a box last fall and thinking, “Why am I holding on to this stuff?” It had been five years since I’d worn any of it (pregnant or nursing or pregnant AND nursing). Hello again, little fitted tees and dresses with spaghetti straps!
Other moms told me my energy would be through the roof. I certainly feel much more productive now that I’m not nourishing another person with my body. It takes that weight-of-the-world off your shoulders. Not there there aren’t a million things to be done, it just doesn’t feel like that much more than I can handle.
More than it feeling like I had more energy, stopping breastfeeding felt like someone stopped stepping on me all day long.
And I’m cleaning out my closets. And the basement. Who needs a crib? A changing table? Six pairs of adorable little sneakers?