Moo

My daughter is chewing on the handle of her umbrella stroller, having just managed to pull it out into the center of the floor. This, combined with the yarn strewn out and around the chair, almost convince me that yes indeed I have given birth to a small cat. At least a mammal. This definately goes along with the Holy Crap I'm a Mammal thoughts of last summer. Why? Moms already know this one. It's a mystical feeling that comes with lactation, even though I never managed to breastfeed. ...and yet I pumped so technically we fall into this gray area wherein she was breastfed for the first couple of months but I never nursed.

Lactation. It's not just for milk cows anymore. It's for mammals.