This post might wander into TMI land. Just so you know.
Tonight, I was packing up the baby stuff we've acquired so far in anticipation of our move next weekend. As I was doing so, I came across the electric breast pump my sister-in-law was given and wasn't able to use. After hearing horror stories from other mothers, I've kinda been wondering and worrying about the whole breastfeeding thing. So I figured trying out the breast pump would be the best way to maybe get a bit of a feel for what breastfeeding might be like.
Um, OW! My poor nipples didn't know what hit them. I had it set on the lowest settings, and it still felt like someone was very rudely and rhythmically pinching and pulling on the girls. I'd had enough after about two minutes. And my boobs are still unhappy with me.
Coupling the, uh, uncomfortable sensation of pumping with the fact that I'm going to have to do this eight to 12 times a day for half an hour or so at a time makes me really not want to mess with breastfeeding. Formula is so much less painful. Luckily for Lump, I'm a cheap ass, so I don't really want to pay for formula, either. Maybe I could hire a wet nurse...
Oh, yeah. Registering went ok, I guess. I think we should be all set up. Assuming, of course, that my friends and family really love me and buy me tons of stuff for my showers. :-)