I'm doing a quick post while sitting in my office with the door shut pumping. It's quite a pain in some ways to be so tied to the pump and to the clock, but it's nice to 'have' to escape for about 15 minutes with my door shut twice a day. I also can't explain how good it is to know I'm doing my best by Ben by giving him nothing but breast milk for the first six months (and maybe a while longer). It's a huge responsibility to be the sole provider of nourishment, but then again, what is parenting if not for a huge responsibility that requires sacrifice but is so rewarding and worth all the effort?!
By the way, right now my pump sounds like it's saying "Let's go, Let's go..."