At the risk of increasing my "Weird-O" and "Pervy" visitors ( - love you guys), I was thinking about writing about breastfeeding today. Because nobody ever tells you the Real Deal about this stuff. And that's just wrong. So. When I was pregnant with my first kid I thought to myself, "Yeah, I'll probably breastfeed her. I mean, I have the hooters and everything, so why not??" Truth be told, I thought that it would be a very natural and beautiful thing that she and I would both embrace with maternal-bondish delight. So imagine my surprise when it HURT like a MOTHER FUCKER. Every time she would latch on my toes would curl in pain. The lactation consultants were very encouraging in a cheerleader kind of way, "Yes!! That's WONDERFUL! Look at that latch - you're a genius!!!" But I didn't feel like a genius. I felt like a moron who just couldn't get the idea without going to some intensive courses on the matter. And my kid seemed...
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Another question in that same vicinity is why something like Ben Gay applied to most skin is soothing for the muscles under the skin but accidentally get some on the sack and it is a burning agony.
Leigh - Yeah, but it's hairy chicken skin!
Alice - It is decidedly so.
Nanny - Me too.
Shieldmaiden - REALLY?? It's designed so blood can flow there after an injury? Is there a female counterpart for this reservoir?
Daniel - Ben Gay on your sac by "accident". Hmmm. I don't know. I just don't know. I'd like to believe you. I really would. But...I just don't know....
I used to eat dinner and study for my EMT class in a restaurant sometimes. This was one of the pictures I had to put a Post-It note over.