Cheese still tastes good, 6.5 months later.
I’ve been down to one pumping session a day since the nightmare couple of days I had last week where I was only able to pump once. I think I got over the initial engorgement and then my supply regulated really quickly. I barely pumped 3 oz. last night before bed. (Which was bittersweet and more appropriate for another post where I set the Medela PISA on virtual-fire…)
Someone brought in hash brown casserole this morning and I was like OMGMUSTEATTHATNOW. And I had a little scoop.
I love cheese.
I’ve got some dairy-infested milk in the freezer to donate, so I’m going to add whatever I pump tonight to that stash and donate that as well.
Did I mention that I love cheese?