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Breastfeeding. It's What's For Dinner?

I know, I KNOW! A lot of babbling about being pregnant. It's just that... I'm huge and uncomfortable and it's all I can think about. Since I'm being paid to write about being pregnant I've been doing that a lot this week. Next week I'll get back into the normal swing of things over here, I think. For now though, how about some highlights of the week over at the Being Pregnant blog?

In this post you'll be amused by the commenters more than the article. I mean, who cares about Mariah Carey?

Again, more commenter hate from a stay-at-home mom who seems to think it should be no problem for me to take a few years off to have babies. Well hell, Alicia, why didn't I think of that?

And finally, the one that I'll probably get The Business for:
I don’t really want to breastfeed. Mostly, I feel pressured into it by society and its idea of what a loving, caring mother should be willing to do for her baby. I resent the implication that I am somehow less maternal, not as good a mother as the woman who relishes breastfeeding. And where it’s lovely that she publicly waxes poetic about breastfeeding, I would do well to keep my negative thoughts about the whole matter to myself.
Breastfeeding: It's what I'm babbling about today.