*disclaimer: For all you men reading this, if you aren't interested in lactation, you might want to skip this one.
It happened on Saturday. Love of My Life, Little One, and I were out and about, making our weekly trip to Lowes. We just had to grab an azalea to replace one that we had killed (errr...Cole killed it. Dadgum those dogs). It was a little chilly but I noticed that my chest was starting to feel really, really cold. I looked down and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Two gigantic wet spots, right were it counts. I had successfully lactated through the three layers I had on. You see, I had decided to forgo the I-stuff-my-bra look that those itchy nursing pads create. Experience is the best teacher, right? Yeah, lesson learned.
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