Is it lame that I’ve posted Three Times Today?  Perhaps not, if you’re a huge blog reader like I am and revel in the fact that the blogs I read Have Updated (!!) and I have moments of distraction instead of work. I do not hate my job, people, but I enjoy a bit of time in between projects.

So I was thinking… when you have a baby and you start talking to other people about all the things encompassing baby, you end up skirting on what would normally be inappropriate conversation. For starters, when someone tells you that they’re expecting, it somehow leads to talking about how long it took to get pregnant. This walks the fine line of suggesting things about that person and their significant other’s sex life, especially if they had to try a long time and/or use fertility drugs. Because then, you know their calendar revolved around those 2 optimal days to conceive and – hurry! – let’s do this thing, baby.

And then there’s the actual birthing process, which, somehow couples can start talking about and end up gushing about the details of their child’s exit from the woman and entrance into this world, which undoubtedly suggests things about the woman’s unmentionables. But all this is relatively normal in said conversation because, dude, we just did that same thing too! (Like, ohmigod).

And then there’s where I am now: breastfeeding and having to pump. I mean, I tell people about this process daily, as I have to put a sign on my door, and let my boss know I’ll brb in 5, and when people ask if I send milk to daycare, I have no qualms about saying “Yes, I am BREAST feeding.”

So basically, all inhibitions fall to the wayside about these seemingly taboo topics once you’re knee-deep in motherhood/fatherhood and the smell of spit up becomes a regular thing that seems to come up. Both literally and figuratively, eh?