Mellow Yellow

I was wrong for thinking that my entire office is filled with right wing conservatives. They aren't all conservatives, some of them are lovely supportive people...especially those who threw me a baby shower at work yesterday.

It's strange to be the only person that is out at work (at least that I'm aware). Every other place I worked was more diverse. Hanging on the walls at my last job were safe-sex posters and condoms in a candy jar on the receptionist's desk. Here, no condoms just lovely marbled halls. Oh how I miss those wacky safe sex instructional materials and k-y jelly packets for the clients.

Today I chatted with a postpartum doula about retaining her services. Cool lady ...love those Woodstock type people. She was telling me that I could try to
breast feed the babies. Uh Whaaaaaht? I heard about that...but is that strange? Anyway, the doula said that once M starts to breast feed "she will be so mellowed out just like smoking pot." Hmmmmm okay. We don't smoke weed- but I like the idea of her being relaxed/mellow.

So, I googled some articles to read on the subway ride home "Breast Feeding your adopted Baby" and such. It aint' gonna happen. It's pretty freaking hard to produce milk and the "supplemental" instruments (I could have sworn I sped thru something on attaching glass bottles to your breasts???) seems rather cumbersome. Pass the Enfamil please.