The other night, I was nursing my son before bed. Not out of the usual, other than he eats chicken marsala and ribs. But there I was, nursing him the little bit of milk left in my deflated taters, and nanny walked in.

But it was more how she rushed out of the room with her head down and the, “oh, sorry…” as she fled the room.

For a moment I had to remember that I was nursing him, not making out with him by the reaction she had.

Needless to say, my cup has runneth under and our make out sessions will be no longer. So will sleeping in stretched out bras and low cut tops… not to mention, having boobs.

I feel like I’m branded for the slaughter house now.

About Lady in Red

mom of 3
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