Adventures in Nursing

Cory and I were lucky enough to sneak out for the evening.  Dinner and a comedy/improv show, so fun!  -Thanks for the invite, Kimi!  -Oh, and THANK YOU mom & dad for taking the kiddos.

Leaving Easton that long takes some planning.  And I'm always nervous about messing up my milk supply, so I brought my handy breast pump along on our date. Romantic, huh?  So, in between dinner and the show I pumped in the car.  (side note: the first time I ever used a breast pump was the only time where I felt completely embarrassed when I was all ALONE)

So, we drive off from dinner, and I'm feeling great about my pumping plan.  "What a good mom," I think while we make our way to the show.

We had never been to this venue before, so we had our trusty GPS-lady-friend directing us.  Apparently GPS-lady-friend also had never been there, because she told us to pull in to the wrong parking lot.

Realizing our mistake we pull a U-ey in the very small lot and head to the exit.  JUST THEN, I notice a young man looking like he's locked out of his car, walking TOWARDS OUR CAR!  But I'm still pumping-it-up inside.  Ah! What do we do???

"Excuse me!" the guy outside calls out.

  I turn to my husband who looks equally as stumped and shocked as I was feeling.  I shout, "Drive! Drive! Drive!"

Gasp, that poor man!  I could still hear him calling after us as we peeled out of the lot.  He probably thought we were awful people!  If he only knew I was attached to a milk-sucking-machine in there!  But he'll never know...

SORRY, MAN!  

I hope someone fully-clothed came to your rescue!