i work nights as a labor and delivery nurse and i really do love it. i love being a mom more and would probably quit if i won the lottery, but i do love my job. i also love the comradery that happens at night and the filter-free banter that goes on somewhere between 3am and 5am. no topic is off-limits and no person is safe. the other night the nurses and docs found me as their target. hilarity ensued. they believe me to be super-crunchy, whole-foods-eating, deodorant-free, earth-mother. this is a stretch to some degree. the topic at hand was the fact that i am nursing my son quinn (now a strapping young boy of 1) and how i wear him in the moby and how i make all of his food...blah, blah, blah.
nurse: you are going to wear him in the moby forever.
nurse: you'll carry him to class in it. he'll be like "mom, seriously, you can put me down and i can walk."
me: his legs will be dragging behind me cause he'll be taller than me but i will still carry him around like that.
nurse: how long are you going to breastfeed him?
me: til his wedding day probably. use breastmilk instead of champagne for the toast.
nurse: he's going to be like stuey on the family guy. his muscles will be all atrophied from you carrying him around but his head will be huge because he'll be a genius from all the breastfeeding.