So, I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday with the sole intention of buying a book of breastfeeding. Of course, this took me a good forty-five minutes to choose. Who would have thought that there would be so many different titles all covering what women have been doing instinctually since the beginning of time. Anyway...I could have bought the The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding from those breastfeeding gurus at La Leche League or The Nursing Woman's Companion. But on, no. I walk out of the store proudly carrying a copy of The Idiot's Guide to Breastfeeding.
God help this baby.
Seriously, I was a little scared by the pictures in most of the books. The mother was shown with newborn happily feeding and standing over this idyllic scene was the DAD. In each book, Dad had longish, curly black hair with a mustache and looked as if he had came straight to the hospital from Woodstock. I am not kidding. At least the Idiot's Guide only had drawings for illustrations.