Dude.  Season finale of “Lost”.  It’s a commercial so I’m going to do these little “vignettes” in between commercials.  Or rather, during the commercials.  I have no idea what I’m talking about, do I?

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Thanks so much for all the support on my post yesterday.  Yes, even from you “non-breastfeeders”. A lot of what I wrote was MY issue though (being embarrassed, forgetting to cover up, etc).  Let’s face it, I’m easy to embarrass.  It’s one of the easiest things to do to me.  Go ahead!  Try it!  It’s painfully easy.  It’s more challenging to tie your shoes in the morning than it is to embarrass me.

I guess a lot of what I was trying to get at in that post was the whole car vs. bathroom thing for nursing and why don’t more women’s restrooms have sitting areas for feeding babies and the like.  I remember the first time I saw such a setup.  It was at a new Nordstrom department store at the mall near the house where I grew up.  I was very impressed.  I knew then that this was a fancy place for surely only fancy places had such luxurious appointments.

A room like that is not just for nursing mothers.  It’s for the weary shopper who needs to sit and catch her breath, a pregnant woman who wants to rest her swollen feet, a mom who is pumping to gain privacy, a mother who formula feeds her child, a place to sit and feed her child in peace.  Nursing is just one of the utilities for such a room.  Why can’t we see this more?  I think it would be AWESOME.

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Woah, that took more than a couple commercials to write that.  This finale is something else.  I have NO idea what’s going on and I’m loving every minute of it.  My mind is being blown so much that I fear there might not be much left here in a bit.

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Yep, Evie is still wearing cloth.  In fact, Liam wears cloth too for the majority of the day.  I guess you can say I’ve gone and gotten all crunchy on ya’ll. Sorry ’bout that.  Throw in the sling usage and I might as well just relocate to a commune.

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Yeah, this show is totally blowing my mind.  Also: Ben is a total pimp.

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I’m going camping this weekend.  Did I tell ya’ll that?  I am.  Camping.  As in, sleeping outdoors.  For at least one night.  With two small children.  And one rather large crabby one.  CAMPING.  If you don’t hear from me before Sunday evening, send some help.  Call the forest service or something.  Tell them I was last seen in a tan Dodge Grand Caravan with a weird sticker in the back window.  You can’t miss that sticker.  People always say, “Hey, we saw you out on the road today!”  Of course you did.  It’s the sticker.   I guess my point is: Pray for me.  I’m going CAMPING.

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Damn Sawyer.

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I’m going to have to cut this short.  My brain is starting to bleed from the effort of concentrating on two things at once. But you all are the best, remember that.  I love you all.  I love this blog, this community, all my commenters, all my lurkers (I see you there, behind the plant) and all that good, mushy stuff.  You all complete me.  Without this blog, I’d be a hopeless case.  I’m more sure of that today than I ever have been.  Viva la blog!