Weaning overshare part 2

So I think it's been about a week since Ian and my breasts have parted ways. First there were temper tantrums and unexplained crying episodes, then there were the sleepless nights and clinginess. And then came a trip to home depot to pick out paint samples for the living room. Oh you thought I was talking about Ian? No, Ian is the same sweet boy he always is, drinking his bottle happily and only boob lunging one time. I, however am a complete mess. You'd think I would have seen this coming but what could I have done anyway. I think I could move past this if my body wasn't constantly reminding me of my decision. I am so sore that I can't even hold Ian without shrieking every time he brushes against me. I know I need to go buy cabbage leaves and drink sage tea but I barely have time to put a bra on in the morning, let alone stuff it with vegetables. And the paint I chose for the living room? Poppyseed. I know what you're thinking. "Rebekah, that's just another word for black." And maybe it is but it doesn't matter anyway because Ben vetoed it and we settled on black orchid. Which really just turned out purple. I wanted black. But apparantly I'm not allowed to make anymore home decorating decisions until I've stopped spontaneously crying for at least a week.