Saturday, December 29, 2007

Adventures in Breastfeeding

It’s a good thing that I’ve been paying such close attention to Baby A as she nurses.
I dreamt last week that a giantess with ginormous boobs was my only source of sustenance.


According to the breastfeeding manual, babies need to empty one breast before moving to the other one because the hind-milk that emerges at the end is the fatty stuff that chubbies da babies up while the foremilk tends to be thin and watery. I was reading this out aloud to my mom, when she deadpanned--perhaps it would be simpler to shake well before use. Ha!


It may or may not be true that everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, but Baby A totally believes that shit.


To me, my boobs seem little more than milk bottles right now. Still, when some concerned gentleman at the supermarket suggests that I should probably zip up my down vest since it’s so cold outside, I think (no matter how sleep-deprived I am) it’s a bit much to tell him that my boobs are now so huge that that’s impossible.