Gentlemen, you may want to turn away to protect your delicate sensibilities. Read on at your own peril.
Having a new baby at home was such a wonderful time. Looking back at it, anyway. It's easy to forget some of the more unpleasant parts of early motherhood like the lack of sleep, the lack of sleep and the lack of sleep.
And then there was the breastfeeding.
Don't get me wrong, I loved being able to breastfeed my daughter. Eventually. It took my daughter 6 weeks to learn how to do it. Yes, 6 weeks. So I'd be pumping and bottle feeding her 'round the clock. And yes, as a matter of fact, I did resemble the undead. My parents would occasionally help me out by letting my daughter and me sleep over at their house. They'd take her into their room for the night and get up in the middle of the night for feedings. While it was wonderful to get in the extra sleep, another problem arose when I'd skip feeding times.
Do you know where I'm going with this?
Yup. I'd wake up with giant, leaking boulders growing out of my chest. To say that I was full would be an understatement. Low lying areas had to be warned of impending danger. I'd swear I'd seen my breast pump cowering in fear as I approached. Good times.
It was during one of these times when my kind, caring and oh-so-understanding father presented me with the following comic strip:
Yeah. Thanks Dad.So, do you have anything you'd like to share in the Life is Funny blog carnival? Sign up below with Mr. Linky and play along. It'll be fun. Really.