I will finally admit it publicly here. I do not like breast feeding. There. I have said it. Its allure goes right over my head. I nursed Ben for nine months and am nursing Sam as well and I have to say that there is nothing I like about it. I know, I know. I can feel the stones being lodged at me right now. But it hurts. It hurts my back, my neck, my boobs and I have this thing about other living creatures being dependent on me for little things much less for something as important as FOOD. Now before y'all start yelling at me I want to say that I am happy for everyone who loves it and who finds it a bonding experience, yada, yada. I am just not one of them.So with Sam I have started pumping a lot more so that I can have a little more freedom and a little less backache. What cracks me up about the pump is that the sound amplifies whatever is in your head. The other day I kept saying J. Lo over and over again in my head. God knows why I was thinking of Jennifer Lopez, but it fit the beat so perfectly. J-LO J-LO J-LO. When Sam hears the pump he starts stirring from his sleep of the dead as if to say "Oh...dinner is being prepared. Best get up now". Or maybe he thinks Jennifer Lopez is in the room pumping milk for him. Hell we'd all get up for that.