While I wish I could claim to be perfect much like Randy often does, I admit to having some weird quirks and hang-ups. When it comes to babies, one of my psychological complexes is the act of breastfeeding.

While as natural as breastfeeding is, I find it a little bit scary and creepy. Visions of long udders and cow milking often come into my head as well as those strange lactation stations they have at the State Fair. I already have to hear Randy make comments about my huge left boob, I don't need him commenting on my elongated nipples. I also feel very uncomfortable being in the same room when someone is breastfeeding, even if they are fully covered up.

But please don't get me wrong, I am not judging anyone who chooses to breastfeed. I understand how healthy it is for babies (and you can burn massive amounts of calories during the process) so that is why I sincerely hope that I can get over my complex before Lydia arrives.

During a recent visit to buybuy Baby, my breastfeeding fears became a true stark reality for the first time. As Randy and I were registering, we needed some help from the saleswoman in the feeding department. After talking bottles and nipples (who knew there are different-sized bottle nipples that correspond with the age of your baby), the discussion moved on to my nips and if I needed a breast pump. I told the saleswoman I was still on the fence about breastfeeding, but I was willing to hear about the least creepy of my options.

The saleswoman said the Medela pump is a good choice but advised me not to look at the photo on the box highlighting the hands-free option, as she said this would most likely creep me out ... and why yes, it most certainly did.

The photo was of a businesswoman talking on the phone while her jugs were filling up jars. C'mon, really ... what businesswoman could actually have a serious conversation with a client in this type of situation? I find the situation on par with those who choose to talk on the phone while pooping. Both situations involve natural bodily functions, but should probably remain completely solo. After all, the person on the other end of the line doesn't need any mental pictures of you if they catch on to what you are doing.

So there it is folks just one of my many quirks. And if you are wondering about my parking spot hang-up from a few posts ago, it is still happening and driving me crazy every morning. I have gotten to work as early as 7:30 am just to get my spot and that [insert derogatory comment here] new co-worker of mine is already at work. It has even gotten to the point where it is giving my friend co-worker anxiety.