Seriously. You can ask my mom. She heard it too. I know what you're thinking. "Cuckoo! She's gone over the edge." Well, maybe I have, but that doesn't mean that my breast pump isn't communicating with me.
I didn't hear it at first, but as I sit there day after day hooked up to the milking machine it became more noticeable. It's as if we're two friends who have developed a relationship. We spend a lot of time together. It's pretty intimate, too, so it's only natural that our casual, rather clinical relationship would blossom into something more.
You're probably wondering what the machine says. It says different things depending on my mood and energy level. If I am feeling peppy, it may say something encouraging like "Work it girl." or "Fill 'er up!" and "Let it flow." If I am having a rougher time, it says things like "You're a fool." and "Throw it out." When I am really loopy from exhaustion, it says strange things like "Demon hole". I wish it would save the encouraging words for the tough times and keep those negative thoughts to itself, but what can you do?
Speaking of pumping, it's almost time for me to hook up. I think this morning will be more of a "let it flow" kind of session. That's just the vibe I get.
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