Pumping at Work.

It’s not as fun as it sounds (sense my sarcasm?). Luckily we have a private room for me to go to – I know some moms are subject to pump in bathrooms because their work has no place to pump. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do! So I basically go into a room/closet twice a day for 20-40 minutes each time so Charlie has milk the next day. The room is small and just next door to the bathroom and breakroom. I can hear people chatting sometimes and wonder if they can hear the pump. Sometimes I lose suction and it makes a loud “sluuuuurrrrp!!!!” noise. Maybe they think someone is having a makeout session in the closet? That would definately be more interesting than what actually goes on in there.

The room has a chair that is a little crusty and kind of grosses me out.

There is half of a curtain (why a half?),

a broken table

and a nasty lotion bottle.

There is a place to rest my feet which I appreciate. I actually work in a pretty nice office but I guess us pumpers got stuck with the ugly step sister room.

While I’m in there I day dream. I think about Charlie, about upcoming holidays, work, etc. I think I’m going to invest in a pumping bra so I can browse/work online while I’m in there. Right now, I’m not too busy so it’s kind of nice to go in there and zone out but when things start getting busy, I think it would stress me out knowing I have to be gone from my desk for so long.

I should also mention my pump talks to me. My friend Lyn asked me once if it talked to me and I said “no” and thought, how strange. Well I noticed after awhile it DOES say stuff. Even Rob said “it sounds like its saying ______.” Things I’ve heard: Let Go, Let it Go, Let Down, Stupid Ho (I swear this is true), Hi There, Oprah.

Alright, off to my #2 pumping session.