A momentous day...

I cleaned out the deep freeze today.  As part of that cleaning, I dumped the last of my pumped breastmilk (long since spoiled - I think TRex had her last mama milk in April or May sometime).  As I carried the ziplocks of Lansinoh bags out to the trash can, I realized that I was dumping the last of my milk pretty damn close to the one-year anniversary of my last pump (within a day or two).  And I had zero emotional reaction to it - lately when I think about pumping the only emotion I can muster up is incredulity - I did WHAT for HOW LONG?  Was I INSANE?