Weaning: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Just last week I took the final step in weaning Little Dog. Sure, for some people I nursed too long, he's over 2. He gets plenty of nutrition from other sources and he really didn't need to nurse anymore. That's all well and good, but for us it was working. Until it wasn't. And then I decided it would be a good time to wean.
Frankly, I'd planned to wean at 2, he was just a bit more stubborn about hanging on than I'd expected. As much as he didn't need the nutrition, he seemed to really need the comfort and closeness of our nightly ritual. And to be completely honest, I did too. There is something that can't even be described about the connection between a mother and a child who have a solid compatible nursing relationship. No, it doesn't work for every mom, and I respect that, but for those of us who are fortunate (or stubborn) enough to work through the kinks, it can be strangely addictive and reassuring.
Well, it has been about a week since he last nursed. He has asked, and bristled at my refusal. I just plainly say that "mama's milk is all gone" and offer a drink of some other source. He's mostly been ok with that, but he still asks. And every time he does my heart breaks a little bit.
Little Dog is likely my last baby. As much as my heart cries for another one, Mr. Dog seems to have decided that our baby-making partnership has been fruitful enough. I may disagree, but this is a partnership, so I may just have to resign myself to carrying this little heartache. sniffle
It has been slightly freeing to no longer have nursing as one of my set duties. It has given some flexibility to our nighttime routine. Mr. Dog is now slightly more acceptable as the good night go-to guy. I will no longer be forced to grill the doctor and the pharmacist about the safety of every prescribed medication and compatibility with breastfeeding. That will be nice.
Eventually my breasts will hopefully return to a more practical size and I will no longer be forced to size up in shirts to keep the girls from straining at the buttons! That will be nice too.
Now if only they'd return to their formerly firm and pert selves, you know back when they high up on my chest even without a bra. Unfortunately, I think that would require some professional assistance. Anyone wanna sponsor a boob lift? No, then I guess I'll have to get some really good bras.