It's been nearly five years now since DS weaned. Wow, I can't believe that. He was 4 and change at the time. My memory isn't super clear about it, but I don't remember the process of "drying up" being any problem per se, as DS was down to one short nursing a day by then. Barely noticed it except on the surface, some stretch marks and alas, my boobs are a bit smaller than they once were.
Aside from that, my periods got very heavy for a time, but then--miracle of miracles--they became regular, and began appearing on a typical time line for the very first time in my life, 30-32 days (I was VERY irregular my entire life, 35 days being the shortest cycle, on up to 60, 90 days or more--getting pregnant was a serious waiting game). I was 38 when DS weaned, I'm 42 going on 43 now and they are starting to get a little funky again, but I think that's the perimenopause talking.
Lastly, I gained some weight. The nursing had me trimmer than I'd been pre-pregnancy, and after DS weaned there were definitely weight bearing consequences--just couldn't get away with the amout of food I was consuming pre-wean. I have since toned the appetite down, started running, and doing pilates and I'm actually feeling the most fit I've been in my entire life. Whew!
Mentally speaking, I remember feeling bittersweet about it. On one hand, feeling like it was the end of a very special time in DS's young life, but at the same time, feeling very excited for DS at having made such a big transition so seemlessly. It certainly lived up to my CLW expectations. However, I remember having to be more vigilant at attaching with DS in NEW ways, to remember that nursing fulfilled a major part of the attachment need and that it was important that I be aware of the ways I could now compensate for the loss of it. The one thing I thought I'd feel that I really didn't was relief, but you know, by the time DS weaned, things were so easy and we were so good with the CLW, it just wasn't all that exciting on that front. In fact, I'd say it's very close to how I feel these days, as DS recently informed us he's ready to move out of our room and into his own. I thought I'd be so happy to get DH and I's special room back to ourselves, and maybe that's true a bit--I'll definintely appreciate being able to get in and out of bed without scooching down to the end and over the foot rail. DS has a mattress on the floor next to my side of the bed and my back isn't the best--but moreover, I feel VERY excited for DS at arriving at a place that just a few months ago seemed a long way off. And for those times when DH and I lamented at not having our own space, in actuality we are both feeling a little sad at the end of another era. We're also recognizing that we will have to endeavor to find new and good ways of attaching with DS--may have to be more proactive as I won't be able to rely on those delicously easy ways of attaching anymore! But I have most obviously digressed.
OP - looking forward to reading your further observations.