boobs

You know what I hate? HATE. pumping. For those people in the world who think bloggers who talk about the things they hate suck because we should all be positive for the world and our children and karma, we just can’t be friends. There are a lot of things I don’t like in this world and sticking a machine to my poor little boob in a closet that has peeling insulation and towers of filing cabinets threatening to squish me is one of them.

People making pumping noises when I walk by is another. Getting laughed because my boss (and the maintenance guy and my bosses boss, our IT dude, lets not forget the catering lady) walked in on me is also not my favorite. Not having a hour to just eat lunch in a year….that sucks (maybe a little pun intended).

But I’m turning this post around because in less than a month I will be glowy and positive and a fricken good karma magnet because I’m throwing the pump in the river. Not really because that’s littering and it doesn’t belong to me and wouldn’t it be sad if I hit a kayaker.

But halleluiah for Phin’s 1st birthday. To celebrate I will buy myself fun clothes that are not nursing friendly.

And a new swimsuit. Cause I might be the only girl ever to also hate, yeah there’s that word again, big boobs. Sayonara.