As I sit here pumping for the last time I feel that I should be filled with sadness or at least some nostalgia.
But I’m not.
I’m a little relieved. A little tired. And a lot hoping that sitting here staring at the computer screen after a bad night of sleep won’t trigger a migrane like it did yesterday. (Nothing like a migrane to start the day right!)
I guess I’m finally ready to admit that I did the best I could. It didn’t work out the way I had planned, but what ever does?
Here’s to a life free from the pump. Pass the advil and the martinis.