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The “Lactation Room,” Part 1

Twerking Mom

A few weeks into our “breastfeeding journey,” some 9 or 10 months ago now, I find out there’s a form I need to fill out and file with my university’s HR department to gain access to the “Lactation Room” on campus.

I’m in a bit of a mood so I can’t help but wonder “What sort of fascist BS is this?” Unless of course the “Lactation Room” is super swanky with massage chairs, a swim up bar, and free artisanal coffee; then I am fine with filling out a form.

But somehow I doubt this.

Also? The form does not say where said “Lactation Room” is located so I guess when the day comes I’m just gonna have to keep my eyes peeled for another engorged looking professor and find some non-awkward way of saying, “Excuse me, can you take me to the place where we whip out the boobs?”

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