When I started blogging, one of the first people I reached out to was a woman named Cheryl who writes a blog called Mommy Pants. I think my email went something like— "Hi! I'm Shorts! You're Pants! We should be best friends!"
Thankfully, Cheryl was more than gracious.
I have since come to look up to Cheryl in many ways— as a more seasoned blogger, a more experienced mom, an exceptional writer and as someone who has graduated to umm… more leg coverage.
Plus she is (one of) the brains behind The Red Dress Club— a community of writers that gives the prompts I often link up to on Fridays.
So when Cheryl asked me to guest post for her today, I was all— "What? Really? Ummm….OK!!!!"
I wrote about my experience breastfeeding throughout my first year of motherhood. Or more specifically, my complicated relationship with my breast pump.
Well, it's not that complicated. I hated the pump and the pump felt nothing. Kind of like my relationship with my retainer in junior high school.
To be fair, the pump made it possible for me to continue breastfeeding while also maintaining a full-time job, so I *guess* that's a pretty cool thing. But when I think about having Baby #2, that boob-milking contraption is on top of my list titled— "Do I Really Want To Go Through That Again?"
(It's right below "complete and utter exhaustion" and right above "trying and failing to get the spit-up stain out of my favorite shirt". What? You thought I didn't ACTUALLY have a list?)
So pop over to Mommy Pants, read my post and check out her site as well.
And if you're visiting from Mommy Pants— check out some of my most popular Red Dress Club posts:
Breaking Up With Myself on Craig's List
How To Work A Breakfast Buffet
Or if you like to keep on theme, I give you— The Breast Pump: A Major Motion Picture.
You and Cheryl, together?
See? This is why the world wasn’t going to end.
Loved your Mommypants moment.
You too are both great, love that you are at her place today and seriously? Just the sound of that pump can put me over the edge.
Hee! I love the graphic! Thanks so much for your lovely words and for taking over my space today. Altho right now it’s chilly out here (I mean, literally, overcast and sprinkley so I’m glad you’re wearing pants today!).
Mommy Shorts meets Mommy Pants = LOVE.
Would you let me hang with you if I admitted I sometimes wear Granny Underwear?
I adore both of you ladies. And sometimes, full-coverage.
Heading to Cheryl’s place now ~
Putting on that strapless bra with the holes cut out for the nipples was the WORST. And it didn’t matter how many times I washed it— it always smelled like sour milk.
It’s been chilly and raining for the past two weeks in NYC so pants are a staple. Although, truth be told, even in warm weather, I wear shorts next to never. I’m very European that way.
Thanks for having me over at your place!
Cool, Ilana! I just packed away my pump AGAIN. My second turns one this sunday. I’m so happy to put it away. Should I throw it away? Burn it??
I don’t care if you wear a thong or granny underwear. As long as they are not sticking out of the top of your pants, we can be friends.
I was so engorged with milk during my first two babies I didn’t even need a pump. I’d just give them a little squeeze and I’d shoot out like a fountain. I think in one sitting I actually filled two 20 oz bottles of what used to be Sprite…yeah I was a cow.
So I read it over there and loved it. And I love that you and Cheryl are getting together. It seems so…right.