why hello, my old friend.

aaah, now i remember why i liked breast feeding so much. yes, yes, i loved the bonding experience and the closeness and the intimacy. i loved the look of my baby girl nestled in close and latched on to my body. i loved the vulnerability the whole experience was about. but that is not what i am talking about here.

friends, i will forever miss the absence of a (not so) good old friend. yes, that's right. old aunt flo. i forgot just how wonderful it was to have her out of my life for the last 17 or so months. you know how they say you don't realize what you have till it's gone? well, lets just say i didn't appreciate what i didn't have till it came roaring back into my life.

the lower back pain. the aches. the desire to detach the entire lower middle portion of my body from the rest of me. [sarcasm]oh, how i am so thrilled to have you back[/sarcasm] .

yes, i was looking forward to the ever so slight independence that would return with the separation of boob and babe. but oh, how i forgot about the ball and chain that would then attach itself firmly to my girlish nether-regions. that monthly dues collector...paid in, well, you know.

i will miss the beautiful communion of nursing. but i will be ever reminded of what i gave up. once each month, for approximately two weeks...from first ache to final drop, i will mourn the end of that stage in raising my children...the day the milk dried.

and they were singin' bye, bye my lactation device. froze my booby's cold white jucies till my boobies went dry. them good ol' babes drinkin' milk cuz they cried, singin' this'll be the day my boobs dried.