So here I sit at my desk with two big plastic horns attached to my boobs and the machine going thwock thwock thwock. I really don't mind the pumping except for the fact that it's BORING, and a pain in the ass to clean the equipment after each session. But I'm really surprised that when people have called me while I've been pumping no one has ever said, "What is that noise?"



thwock thwock thwock



I guess the biggest pain in the ass about the pumping is agonizing about my supply. I barely stay one step ahead of the consumption of my daughter. Actually it's probably dumb for me to fret about my supply since I have over a hundred ounces in the deep freeze. But where I used to have a few ounces leftover each day that I could freeze, now I'm squeezing out every last drop to make enough for her bottles. Bah. Darn kid and her appetite!



So far, though, I've been amazingly lucky with the whole breastfeeding experience. I never had any trouble with cracked nipples or thrush or supply. Anna was always at the top of the growth chart and thrived beautifully on breastmilk. Which is great because I'm just too goddamn lazy and cheap to do formula.