on hearing things.

well, my maternity leave has come to an end, and it's back to the grind.  my desk is now covered with stacks of briefs and cases and files that will be ruling my life for the foreseeable future, as well as framed photographs of my little peanut, the latter of which, i should mention, are much more fun to look at!  anyway, i have been pleasantly surprised at my recent transition back to the practice of law.  leaving jack for my first day back was agonizing, and i cried three times before 8 a.m. each day got easier, however, and it has been so fun to come home to a happy baby who spends his days laughing and playing with his adoring daddy.  i can't ask for anything more.  i think that once we adjust to this new schedule, our routine will be just about perfect.

but anyway, going back to work means that my breastpump has become my new best friend.  thanks to a hands-free pumping bra, i've pumped while on the phone with clients, while researching caselaw for a brief i'm writing, and while weeding through the day's emails.  it's been quite comical, really.  and while my trusty breastpump offers comic relief in the face of work stress, provides breakfast, lunch, dinner and the snacks in between for baby jack, i have discovered that my breastpump does something else: it speaks to me.

no, but for real, it does.  i know this is going to sound crazy to you, especially if you haven't hooked your knockers up to an electric double pump, but that contraption says stuff to me.  really.  at first, it simply hurled insults like "wacko."  this made perfect sense to me since my original relationship with the breastpump was a rocky one, and the whole mess seriously made me feel like i was going crazy.  recently, it has expanded its vocabulary.  it also says, "relax," (thanks, buddy!  i'm trying to!) and "sleep now," among other phrases.  

now, i can admit to being an odd duck about things.  i also admit to being a sleep-deprived new mom, so i wondered if i was slowly going insane.  i actually googled "talking breastpump," wondering if others had experienced this same phenomenon.  lo and behold; i was not alone!  this result assured me that i wasn't losing  it.  

anyway, here's to new beginning with new "breast" friends!  happy 2011!