Is it normal for euphoria to fade with repetition?

When I put my breast forms on for the first time, it was like I'd taken a blanket out of the dryer and wrapped it around my soul. Every subsequent experiment was similar...try something new, get that sensation of warmth.

But I seem to have hit the point of diminishing returns. The benefits of living alone is that I can present all day every day if I so choose, no need to hide within these four walls, and for the most part I do just that.

Putting my prostheses on no longer feels amazing...it feels like an expected part of my daily routine, to the point I almost never notice their weight any more. Shaving my legs feels good because the stubble annoys the shit out of me, and a bit of time-consuming self-care is therapeutic all its own...but it no longer has that 'OMG, I'm so smooth and soft I want to squeal' sensation. About the only thing that hasn't changed is laying on the bed and listening to the stillness so to speak...their weight is hard to tune out when they're pushing straight down.

For those who have been aware they're trans way longer than I have...is this normal? I hope so, I hope it's just that I haven't had a truly new self-discovery experience in a while, my asshole brain is being an asshole, and when the stuff I ordered gets here those first-time experiences will clear this fog on my soul.