P has been hangin' out with quite an undesirable crowd of late -- the earth mothers of the NCT (National Childbirth Trust). All relaxing massage techniques, water births, yoghurt knitting and primal screaming.
Delightful.
Last Sunday was the NCT's breast-feeding class -- which begs the question, why is boob school necessary? Surely, it's a basic human instinct. Child is hungry, pop nipple into mouth and 'Robert is indeed your father's brother.'
"There was this one time at Boobie Camp..."I digress. To the SCB.
P was informed that if she ever encountered any problems with the feeding regimen, then she shouldn't hesitate to contact her...
wait for it...
Lactation Consultant.
What tit.
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