It is finished . . .

If you are a man, close your eyes. I don't want to embarrass you.

Ladies, I'm done. Yesterday was Cole's one last hurrah. I am thinking of having a nursing bra burning party. Oh, the glorious freedom! Time to hike "the girls" up and buy a pretty new bra.

Now, I have to start watching what I eat. I hate that. I wish that God would reward those of us who nursed our children for months and months and months by allowing us to keep the wonderful 500 free calories. But, alas, I must forgo the plates of brownies. I must pass up the 4th piece of pizza. I must hand over the bread basket. It is time to try to get a curve rather than a bunch in my waistline.