pumping thoughts...
so if i drink my own breastmilk,
does that mean that i will produce
super-power breastmilk
afterwards?
if breastmilk is alkaline... does that mean we can make alkaline ice cream with it?
do cats like breastmilk?
these are things i think while lying in bed after a pumping. we had a photo shoot the other day. my first one in years. they aren't my favorite. they are a necessary evil to this business. and since we don't want to be chased by any razzi, we decided to take photos on our own, and run them in a magazine. no chasing, no one sneaking up behind us, no strangers with giant light bulbs no dirty sneaking around to be rewarded with lots of cash... taking the photos ourselves works for me. (well- not OURSELVES- there was a photographer there...) of course, i saw the photos yesterday. again- not my favorite. who wants their photo taken right after having twins, and without a stitch of clothing on that feels real-life? i look like i'm in getting a non-formal mug shot taken: "here she is in her nursery" --insert a pained smile here-- and "here she is in the music room" --insert a little fear behind the eyes-- none really look like i'm having a good time. none showed the prism of life we experience everyday. the joy isn't smeared across the photos the way i was thinking it would be. sometimes photos don't capture the real moments happening.... granted, i'm exhausted, my breasts are pained (breastfeeding twins, thank you very much), my eyes cross when i'm not concentrating, i didn't like all of the strangers in my house, staring at my two new pieces of heaven. and yet... my pieces of heaven are so lovely, i want to share them with everyone. there is a happy medium.
why do i want to pick their noses, lick their sticky faces clean of milk, and in general "chimp out" on the babies?
why isn't there a game show where there is a contest between moms, as to who can hook up to the pump machine the fastest? that might be interesting to see. a double pump, too.
why aren't we all allowed to grunt and cry and moan when we feel a little gassy?
at what age did loudly vocalizing a bowel movement start being called "inappropriate"?
will i be able to sleep on my stomach after I am done breastfeeding? or will i always feel like i'm sleeping on a coupla excercise balls when i sleep on my belly?
does that mean that i will produce
super-power breastmilk
afterwards?
if breastmilk is alkaline... does that mean we can make alkaline ice cream with it?
do cats like breastmilk?
these are things i think while lying in bed after a pumping. we had a photo shoot the other day. my first one in years. they aren't my favorite. they are a necessary evil to this business. and since we don't want to be chased by any razzi, we decided to take photos on our own, and run them in a magazine. no chasing, no one sneaking up behind us, no strangers with giant light bulbs no dirty sneaking around to be rewarded with lots of cash... taking the photos ourselves works for me. (well- not OURSELVES- there was a photographer there...) of course, i saw the photos yesterday. again- not my favorite. who wants their photo taken right after having twins, and without a stitch of clothing on that feels real-life? i look like i'm in getting a non-formal mug shot taken: "here she is in her nursery" --insert a pained smile here-- and "here she is in the music room" --insert a little fear behind the eyes-- none really look like i'm having a good time. none showed the prism of life we experience everyday. the joy isn't smeared across the photos the way i was thinking it would be. sometimes photos don't capture the real moments happening.... granted, i'm exhausted, my breasts are pained (breastfeeding twins, thank you very much), my eyes cross when i'm not concentrating, i didn't like all of the strangers in my house, staring at my two new pieces of heaven. and yet... my pieces of heaven are so lovely, i want to share them with everyone. there is a happy medium.
why do i want to pick their noses, lick their sticky faces clean of milk, and in general "chimp out" on the babies?
why isn't there a game show where there is a contest between moms, as to who can hook up to the pump machine the fastest? that might be interesting to see. a double pump, too.
why aren't we all allowed to grunt and cry and moan when we feel a little gassy?
at what age did loudly vocalizing a bowel movement start being called "inappropriate"?
will i be able to sleep on my stomach after I am done breastfeeding? or will i always feel like i'm sleeping on a coupla excercise balls when i sleep on my belly?
posted by Tammy, midwestern girl/Mom | 1.12.06
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