Tears over dried milk

You know the saying don't cry over spilled milk? Well I'm not crying over spilled milk, but dried-up milk instead! Seriously momma's, do not and I repeat NOT wean the week before your period is due.  I'm a hormonal basket case.  I'm not sure whether I want to look in the mirror and sob over what's left of my chest or just cut my boobs off completely because my nipples hurt just as bad as they did when I started nursing.

I'm.a.mess.

The actual weaning process was easy.  Jackson hasn't fussed or tried to nurse once since our last night.  Literally, I had no pain, no engorgement, no leaking - until a week later.  And a week to the day later, it hit me like a ton of bricks.  The emotions, the moodiness, the rock hard lumps, and the soreness.  For the first time ever, I stood in the shower while the built up milk sprayed all over the shower doors.  I know everyone says to bind with cabbage leaves, but the release of pressure was heavenly. 

I'm certainly not engorged anymore.  I'll be out buying new bras this weekend, that's for sure.  I'm still sore to the touch and Jackson can make my toes curl with pain if he rubs his head the wrong way  against my chest. I'd say something about the Mr., but I'm pretty sure he's in fear for his life if he gets too close.

I know this phase to shall pass, but can someone please pass the chocolate ice cream and Kleenex until then?!?

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