Nah-nah-nah-nah! Hey-hey-hey! Goodbye!

It's officially over. Last night was my first since beginning the weaning process that I didn't end up soaking myself with unpredictable leaks. I keep thinking it's over, but then I'll be in the middle of an important meeting or standing in front of a huge faculty meeting and then BAM! leak, leak, leak.

But here I am today ready to throw my breast pump out the window! It's finally over, and I can't believe I made it as long as I did. So long sucka:

Rest assured Clementine will still be breastfed through her first birthday, my only goal. I have enough milk to float a small ship, so now instead of pumping, I'm just defrtosting.

Let us not speak of my now miniscule breasts. They look so sad and deflated. I am sad and deflated, but now my T-shirts look a lot less Pam Anderson, and that's just fine by me.