Pump Where?

I've often thought of unconventional things I should be including in my so-called "baby book". Things like the time G shit in the baby tub when he was approximately 1 month old and I was home alone bathing him. That led to shitty bath water and a shit covered mom and baby. He should have to read about that when he's 16, right?!? What about the times he puked ALL over me, like down my shirt, need a shower puke? Or the man farts and burps I've since grown accustomed to but strangers still stare when it happens in public...See, that stuff is so much more entertaining than his height and weight each dr's check-up. Nonetheless, I've kept a politically correct baby journal from the time I knew I was pregnant and I've modeled it after Jessica at Little Baby Garvin because she is downright hilarious.

At the Indy 500 on Sunday, I decided it would be fun to recall all of the places I have pumped or nursed my child in the last 10.5 months. It seems appropriate to start at the Indy 500, parked on the front row of the lot (scored a GREAT parking spot...not such a great pumping spot). Let's go in reverse chronological order.

• Indy 500 - backseat of the traverse, surrounded by tailgaters. 
• Kelsay's Dairy Farm - Animal Science Field trip which allowed me to conveniently pump in the milking parlor. Irony at it's finest. 
• Indiana State Fair - apartments above the cattle barn...dirty...disgusting...smelling of smoke...on a mattress in which I'm pretty certain I needed a shower directly after touching. 
• School Closet, Bathroom, Classroom - all have become the norm during my twice a day pumping sessions for many school days. 
• Indianapolis International Airport, immediately followed by the Southwest jet we were traveling on. Brings new meaning to the Mile High Club, right?
• Lucas Oil Stadium - in a random concession stand closet, praying no one would come in but excited to still hear the roar of the crowd while I did my thang.
• Klipsch Music Center - again, surrounded by tailgaters who were all conveniently too drunk to notice anything was going on in the backseat of the Traverse. Thanks to Jason Aldean and Luke Bryan for an excellent concert.
• Indiana State Fair Colliseum - G was about 6 weeks old and there were people EVERYWHERE! Luckily he hadn't mastered the art of ripping off the nursing cover/blanket at the most inconvenient times. 

  I wish I had a map to put pins on and document my pumping adventures as I would love to be able to recall the details of each adventure one of these days. I've got a pretty solid relationship with my pump, but I can't say I will be sad to see it go. Little man is growing up too fast and I'm not about to be the new girl on the cover of Time Magazine with a teenager attached to his mama's boob.