#ad My Favorite Lady Lump Stories for the International Breast Milk Project

It’s no secret to you guys that my boobs kind of get around the internet. Wait, let me try that again.

What I meant was, if my analytics are correct, some of your favorite posts from me have been about boobs.

I told you about  the time a priest saw me naked.

I told you about the time my mom got stuck in a mammogram machine.

I wrote a letter to Santa asking for a breast reduction.

I told you about the time my mom humiliated me when I was fifteen because she made me take off my bra and give it to my sister.

And there are plenty more stories where those came from. Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally squirted breast milk on my husband while he was all dressed up and getting ready to leave for a big meeting?

Or the time Nicholas got frustrated because Penny was crying in public and he screamed, “Mom, can’t you just feed her with those big ovals?!”

Or the time I accidentally flashed a group of high school boys when I was picking up my brother from school because I had been breast feeding in the parking lot and I was too sleep deprived to remember to put my boob away after the baby finished eating.

Yeah, my boobs get around.

And thanks to the International Breast Milk Project, yours can too. Well, at least their milk can.

They say. “Our vision is that every infant in the world have access to donor human milk as a first choice when a mother’s own milk is not available. We aim to create awareness for the need for donor human milk, mobilize donors, and provide donor milk to infants in need.”

I was happy to partner with the Give Milk project today. Mostly so that I get to hashtag the word #boob as a “professional obligation,” but also because they are doing important work and saving lives and stuff. Go to breastmilkproject.org to check them out and see how you can sign up to donate milk. 

This post was sponsored by the International Breast Milk Project. All opinions and slightly inappropriate boob stories are my own.