Sour Milk Anyone?

Being pregnant and not being able to do anything but sit on the couch and let my mind wander is starting to bring back all the ups and downs of pregnancy and child rearing. This morning I stopped to ponder the whole beast feeding phenomenon. Some women just love breast feeding and think it is the ultimate bonding experience with your baby. Blah blah blah, what ever! When I think of breast feeding I think of the sore cracked nipples, the painful engorgement, the two wet spots on the front of your shirt because you can't stop leaking, the occasional bout with mastitis (accompanied by fever and chills), and the hours spent milking yourself like a cow with the breast pump. Speaking of breastpump, that reminds me of a funny little story......So Ben and I are proud new parents in our first apartment in Texas trying to adjust to life with a baby. We came to an agreement that I would get up to breast feed in the night through the week but on weekends I would have pumped milk in the freezer and he would get up for the 4am feedings. So I spent many many hours with my boob stuck in that vacuum machine squeezing out every last drop of milk. This was a job I took very seriously and any time I could squeeze out an extra bag I would. So I think I had my bag of milk count somewhere in the 30's when we decided we were going to go spend some time at his parents house. Well my wonderful brilliant achem, cough cough CHEAP, husband decided it would be a brilliant idea to save some bucks on our electric bill and shut the power off in the apartment while we were gone. So after some nice time away we get back to a hot apartment with no air conditioning, and go to the fridge for a cold drink when....Wait a minute.....Wait a minute....There is no power on in the fridge either.....Which means....Which must mean......OH NO!!!!! I whip open the freezer door to discover the most devastating thing ever! There wilted in the hot ice box lay 30 plus bags of sour breastmilk:( Hours at the pump go flashing through my head like a bad dream. Of course we had also just stocked up at Sam's club and had some great unfrozen steaks staring back at me. So in my cheap husbands attempt to save a few bucks we wasted $200 worth of new groceries, and my 30 plus bags of gold. I mean you don't understand, breast milk is priceless. I mean yes I could go to Sam's and get more steak but I could not go to Sam's and say "Give me 30 bags of your best breastmilk!" So back I went to that dreaded pump for some more boob squishing as I glared at my wonderfully cheap husband! See I am hardly even bitter about that anymore honey!