Ew.
I woke up in a puddle this morning.
It's not fun to wake up in a puddle. The little cotton pads in my top were soaked. My tank top was soaked. The sheet underneath me was pretty wet. The sheet that had been covering me had two big, wet circles, almost a foot across, adorning it. Do you want to know why I was this soaked?
Because I'm a dumbass and I can't remember to set an alarm.
I pumped at 1:00 a. m., and then set my alarm to get up at four to pump again. Well, when 4:00 rolled around, I decided I was so insanely tired (it's been a REALLY long past few days, I won't get into it) that I would sleep another hour and then get up to pump. No big deal.
Except that I didn't reset the alarm.
And so, when I woke up, it was at 10:30 this morning, to my husband asking, hey, when did you pump last? I have to say, he seemed pretty damn amused by the whole situation. He cracked up when he saw the set of almost perfect damp circles on the sheet. (I sleep on my back these days and apparently don't move much). He was in awe of how hard my breasts were when he poked them. And when I sat up (which hurt like a bitch; gravity was not my friend at this moment) he was impressed with their size/fullness, commenting even on how I looked like a porn star.
Gee, thanks honey.
I pumped 15 1/2 oz! After the bottles filled, I had to dump them into a measuring cup so I could finish because they couldn't hold that kind of volume. I'll probably have another high yield at my next session too, as that seems to happen when I skip one and go that big.
I'm a freaking dairy cow. Moo.
It's not fun to wake up in a puddle. The little cotton pads in my top were soaked. My tank top was soaked. The sheet underneath me was pretty wet. The sheet that had been covering me had two big, wet circles, almost a foot across, adorning it. Do you want to know why I was this soaked?
Because I'm a dumbass and I can't remember to set an alarm.
I pumped at 1:00 a. m., and then set my alarm to get up at four to pump again. Well, when 4:00 rolled around, I decided I was so insanely tired (it's been a REALLY long past few days, I won't get into it) that I would sleep another hour and then get up to pump. No big deal.
Except that I didn't reset the alarm.
And so, when I woke up, it was at 10:30 this morning, to my husband asking, hey, when did you pump last? I have to say, he seemed pretty damn amused by the whole situation. He cracked up when he saw the set of almost perfect damp circles on the sheet. (I sleep on my back these days and apparently don't move much). He was in awe of how hard my breasts were when he poked them. And when I sat up (which hurt like a bitch; gravity was not my friend at this moment) he was impressed with their size/fullness, commenting even on how I looked like a porn star.
Gee, thanks honey.
I pumped 15 1/2 oz! After the bottles filled, I had to dump them into a measuring cup so I could finish because they couldn't hold that kind of volume. I'll probably have another high yield at my next session too, as that seems to happen when I skip one and go that big.
I'm a freaking dairy cow. Moo.
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Miss M told you so @ 1:34 PM
4 Comments:
Ohhhh, I've so been there too several mornings.
15oz. is super impressive!
pure talent! lol
and/or good genes. :)
A miracle and a god damn mess at the very same time. At least you got some sleep. :)
That stinks, more laundry. Just what you needed right?
Wow, 15 oz is impressive!
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