We were prepping for dinner when Lauren braced herself against the table with one hand grabbed her chest with the other. She let out a slow moan. The look on her face told me she was in pain.
“What?” I asked. “Are you okay?”
She sighed as the uneasy feeling subsided. “Whew. That was a let-down.”
“What do you mean? A let down that it was NOT a heart attack?”
She sat down and rolled her eyes at me. “No. When a woman is breast feeding, she can feel her milk ducts, I don’t know how to say this, let loose?”
“It is a pretty strong tingly sensation. It is called Let-Down.”
“Like your boobs fell asleep?”
“No. Not like that. You should read the breastfeeding, uh, manual that I brought home from the hospital.”
“A MANUAL? Like I could learn how to breastfeed?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Well I could learn but it won’t work.”
“At least you can read about what I am going through.”
I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing. Lauren looked puzzled. “What are you doing?” She asked.
“I am writing this down so I can blog about it.”
“Bill, I don’t know how I feel about you discussing my boobs on the internet.”
“Whatever. How does this sound? We were prepping for dinner, when Lauren….”