Why are people such boobs about boobs?

Ok, so when I was growing up, I never knew there was such a thing as breastfeeding. Yep, I'm from the generation of disposable EVERYTHING.  Our parents were apparently dumb enough to believe that anything you could make in a lab must be better for you than nature, right?  Riiiiiiiiiiight.   And every doll I ever had came with a fake bottle with that weird liquid that disappears thing goin' on.  You know exactly what I'm talking about, because I know you had 'em too!  So how on earth did I grow up (I did, right?) to become one of the world's biggest breastfeeding supporters? I dunno.  But seriously folks, in case you were living under a rock and haven't figured it out yet... Boob is better!   I've had so many moms tell me "Oh I tried, but I couldn't, I didn't make enough milk".  Seriously????  Why on earth (here's the geek biologist coming out in me) do you think there are close to 7 BILLION people on the planet [side note, check out this video, I love it] if this was a common condition?  Think about it. Everyone makes enough milk.  Okay, so you think there is something wrong because your baby is hungry every hour or so? No... that's just how it is when babies are little. Small tummies = eats often.  Plus babies LIKE being that close to you and having something yummy at the same time. They will ask for it every chance they get.

Alright, next up... "It hurt too much, I couldn't do it."  Seriously? You gave birth but think you can't manage a little pain in the 'girls'?  Ok, it can be a lot of pain, and I know, my son was a freakin shark!!  But the good news is that it doesn't have to hurt like that. The reason it hurts is if you and/or the baby is not quite doing it right. See, back in the day, we had moms, aunts, grandmas, etc. who breastfed and passed on this info to the upcoming generations.  Now, not so much. We were all fed from bottles and so were most of our parents. There's a huge break in the passing-down-knowledge system.  So the alternative is a) find a friend who successfully breastfed her milk monster(s) to help you figure out the problem, or b) go see a nurse lactation consultant.  I went with option B because I don't really have a whole lot of girl friends so.. there ya go.  The lactation specialist (so-called) that was at the hospital where I gave birth was absolutely no frigging help whatsoever, but thankfully, my OB/GYN had recommended the angel of a lady who helped us.  We ever after called her the boob-nazi but with all the love in our hearts, because she made the pain stop and I was able to heal and continue nursing my son for about 9 months.

Ok, my last beef-  What the fuck is wrong with people that they think it's okay to see boobs everywhere in ads, on TV, movies, etc. but cannot handle seeing a woman nurse her baby? SERIOUSLY?!?!?! WTF?  Seeing sex everywhere is okay, but people BFing need to cover up?? I saw a great post about this on Cafemom... wish I could find it again.   I sincerely wish that every nursing woman I know would go out and breastfeed her baby everywhere in public, so people could get over themselves.  I want to see mothers BFing on TV and in movies.  Why not? We have all this so-called-Reality crap on TV? How about a little flippin reality?  Is that too novel a concept? Am I some kind of radical freak?  Why should we have to hide to feed our kids?  Puh-leez.  I give it the good ol' burpy cloth over the shoulder treatment, it's the best I can do. I'm not going to suffocate my baby under one of those "hide-me-I'm-breastfeeding" covers.  I live in Miami, it ain't gonna happen.  Anyone who suggests it to me is going to get my nursing cover wrapped around their head while THEY eat to see how they like it.  Mmmmmhmmmm.

I just think it's ridiculous that the majority of moms go home and attempt to BF but end up giving it up because of X, Y, or Z.  We seriously need better education of new moms. Imagine the reduced waiting time at the pediatrician if all moms were able to successfully BF as long as they wanted to.  hee hee :)

--stepping off soapbox, at least for now (hey, it's MY blog)---

So here I am.

Ok, I'm new to this whole blogging thing. Not reading them, I do that aplenty. But writing my own? Now that's new.  I'm not really sure what I want to say but I will just give some thoughts.
First, the title... I'm a total dork, I know. But I am a dancer (salsa for the most part) and I'm newly addicted to cloth diapers, which my 5-month-old is sport'n. So I spend all day diapering, wishing I could be dancing.  In fact, I'm watching America's Best Dance Crew right now.  So we'll give it a shot and see if it sticks.  Feel free to offer your opinion  and if you can come up with something more clever that matches my personality in some way, I'm all ears, ummmm... eyes?

Alright, my new goal in life- try to purge the junk from my house so I can organize the stuff that does need to be here.  Then part two involves finding good places for all the surviving junk.  I've had entirely too many episodes of the evil black hole that seems to swallow up random things that I'm in need of. In the past few months it's eaten a DVD that was supposed to help me learn Photoshop, which I had to pay to replace, a package of manila envelopes I needed so I could ship out diapers I'd sold, and today, my wallet. Well that's the last straw.  Ok, I don't know if the house actually ate my wallet or I dropped it somewhere like a loser. But if I did drop it, it's probably because my diaper bag was too full of junk and needs purging.  So it's related.   On  a side note, no new charges have appeared on my credit/debit cards, so I'm still holding on to the pathetic hope that I just might find it here somewhere. Please, please, in the name of all that's holy (not that I believe in any of that, but whatever) let me locate the wallet, even if I have to live through several agonizing walletless days as punishment for my lapse in OCD-like behavior that has overtaken me in my motherhood.  Definitely, the kids and hubby play a big role in the only somewhat controlled chaos, but I know I have enough OCD in me to whip this place into the shape it needs. Wish me luck (and some overlapping nap times with the two little people).