Baby feeding class . . .

Okay, so tonight we were headed to our baby feeding class. . . we stopped for dinner and in the middle of a conversation about football, here is what my husband blurts out. . .

"Are you ready for two hours of breasts?"

And I turned to look at him the way a dog looks at a high pitched noise. . . because suddenly I'm thinking "maybe his plans for the evening are not the same as mine." :)

Sometimes he's just a funny, funny man.

Anyhow, class over, and it wasn't really that informative, but I'm glad it's over. I now know the appropriate length of time to store breast milk in the fridge or freezer. I also know all about engorgement, mastitis and cloggd milk ducts. Oh joy.

p.s. my mother begged me not to blog about boobies but seriously, what have I NOT blogged about here? Besides, she's my mommy. . . she'll still love me even after she reads this.