I've been storing pumped milk in the refrigerator at work. But because I don't want to be one of those obliviosos who forces everyone to stare at their boob juice, I've been wrapping the milk bottles in napkins sealed with tape. Very respectful, I thought. Until finally, a co-worker saw me slip my clandestine nuggets next to the canned soda.
"Okay, what is that?" she asked. "Everyone keeps asking me what these funny little packages are."
Nourishment squeezed from my breasts didn't sound right. So I just said, "Stuff for my baby."
"Oh," she said. Then we stared at each other for a little bit until I awkwardly refilled my water bottle at the bubbler in front of her desk. One must stay properly hydrated to create "stuff."
