It’s funny now to read back over my previous entries fretting about motherhood…particularly about how the breast pumps freaked me out. Little did I know that I would be a pumping superstar.
For most of my life I’ve had an inferiority complex about my less than voluminous boobs. I always felt my major physical flaw was being stuck with pears instead of cantaloupes. However, I now know that all of the gigantic breast obsession is strictly cultural, ‘cuz my girls can really make the moo juice. Several larger-breasted moms I know were unable to produce enough milk for their babies and most of the moms I talk to are jealous of my output. We had to buy a chest freezer to store it all…over 5 gallons in 8 weeks on top of feeding my baby. That is a LOT of milk.
I finally feel a little vindicated from all of the guys over the years who made me feel bad by telling me I was lacking in the mammary gland department…turns out I wasn’t for their true purpose.