Dorota. Or one of Blairs random minions. I just wanted someone to pop up and be all “I have been here literally the whole time you self absorbed fucks”

I was thinking that she stopped trying to make power in her throat and figured out how to support her tone. She is also maturing and losing the teenager sound and it is doing all kinds of good things.

I am imagining a perfect imaginary world where I could just sit in the Target Starbucks and squeeze the babies of stressed out moms. It is a total win win if you pretend that the world is filed with kind hearted baby loving folk.

My recently post partum friends have about a 50% success rate of meeting me at the door clothed. One friend even signed for a package topless.

Take my cell as collateral. As a millennial I love it just as much as you love that baby.

Dude, you never know though. People can be pretty nuts. Here in the land of the ice and snow the tenants of minding ones own business are hammered in but good.

I like the idea of trying and seeing how it goes, but post partum is such a weird irrational time and I have seen so many friends get so twisted around the axel over breastfeeding that I worry.

Just so weird. My mom was a militant 1980s cosleeping baby wearing fight for your right to feed your babies naturally type and even she thinks the boobmilk hysteria has gotten weird. When I told her about mandatory rooming in post delivery she said it was the most barbaric thing she had ever heard.

I think every mom has that story. Even the ones that formula feed. 😉

Well my husband wants a baby with every fiber of his body that will never go through childbirth so we will see how things play out I guess.

I am an über prude and it isn’t every day you see naked boob in Target. That nipple is burned into my retinas for life.

There are so many different ways to life a happy life, it is hard to choose which I want more. I envy your clarity. 🙂

A good friend of mine got ppd but good and needed a lot of support during the baby years. I wasn’t a kid person before, but at some point you bond with the little bastards and next thing you know you have a goddaughter that you love more than anything and you smile at rando babies in the store because they remind you…

I had a friend with supply issues and I am reasonably certain she didn’t put on a shirt for three months, and even then it was because she had to go back to work.

Or grab their baby and call security. 50/50 really.

I kind of figure at that point they have probably been topless for the better part of the child's life and air on their exposed nipples is not the novel sensation it once was.

I wish it wasn’t super creepy to just be like “You seem wiped, lady who didn’t notice her boob was floating free in the wind. Like maybe let me volunteer to keep the baby alive for a bit because human to human you seem like you are in rough shape.”

Seriously when did breastfeeding become shorthand for your worth as a mother? I mean I get that breastfeeding is a thing that mothers do at times, but in terms of things my mother did for me breastfeeding barely makes the top 50. Probably somewhere after “let me quit gymnastics when it became apparent that I had no…

Right there with you. The entire concept just seems like a crucial misfire all around.

I saw a woman nursing her baby once. She was veiled and I had no idea she was nursing and I tried to look at the baby and she had to think I was perving and I still think about that moment every time I wake up at 4am in a cold sweat.