As I was feeding Diddly at 2:30 a.m. last night, I decided I'd write a breastfeeding update post.
I know, I know. Hooray.
So many of you left encouraging comments on the post I wrote in which I expressed my disappointment and anger over not getting a delivery from the Milk Fairy, I thought it'd be neat to do an update. Wouldn't people like to know, for instance, that I'm still at it? Offering the girls at every feeding, even though what Diddly gets from me is akin to a cube of cheese at a seven course dinner?
It's not a cheese plate but dammit, that won't stop me.
When I signed into my account however, so I could get my blog thing on, I was side-tracked by the 5,987,733 emails with subject lines like "For your blog! A boob story!" and "This made me think of you and your blog!"
All led me to this story:
I'm so happy that a story about breast milk ice cream (called Baby Gaga, no less) makes you think of little old me. Seriously, thank you.
I thought I'd read the article and immediately vomit (even breastfeeding stalwarts have to admit it's kind of icky), but I was too fascinated by the rationale behind the ice cream to upchuck. Like, the woman who donated her stuff actually said "...if adults realised how tasty breast milk was more new mothers would be encouraged to breastfeed."
Really? Throngs of people walking down the street, merrily licking their cones then smacking their foreheads and crying out "Shit, this is delicious! We simply must get our aunt/sister/school teacher to breastfeed!"?
Then there's Icecreamists founder Matt O'Connor who said, "No-one's done anything interesting with ice cream in the last hundred years."
But of course. Ice cream is so boring. Why not increase the price and skeeve factor by making it from a new "free-range" human source? (Incidentally, free-range simply means that the food source has ample room to walk around. How the mobility of a lactating woman effects the ice cream's appeal is beyond me.)
It's just silly. Silly, I tell ya!
Anyway. Would you order a double scoop? Could you?