in all my wildest fantasies about becoming a mom, my baby cooing in my arms, the sleepless nights of incessant crying, the rancid poopy diapers, the bubbly giggles as raspberries are blown on his tummy... NEVER did i imagine that i would be sitting in an airport pumping milk from my breasts.
thank god for private showers and first class lounge access.
and for texts from husbands who like to have a sharp dressed kid:
Yea- I keep thinking about how fun it's going to be on a bus up to somewheres with my hooter hider and my kid/pump with my entire team.
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Can.Not.Wait. for engorged boobs! painful ones!
ReplyDeleteThis is all very very scary stuff.