I have the pleasure of  sucking milk out of my breasts with a machine several times a day while at work.  This wonderful task takes place in an empty office (empty of people not furniture) with a wall of windows which face another office building.  I sit in the corner slumped over the breast shields with my back to the window.  Thankfully nobody can hear the pulsating sound of the machine through the walls, at least nobody will admit to it when asked.

My current work partner is a young, single male who has had a crash course in parenthood through listening to me.  Fortunately his father is an ob/gyn so listening to frantic women share way too much information is nothing new to him.  Until yesterday he was protected from my daily pumping sessions.  I would quietly get up from my desk and tell him that I needed a "comfort break" and he would just nod with a slight grin.  But then came yesterday.  While sitting in an empty conference room (the office was occupied) my coworker had to come speak to me through the door about an impromptu conference call that was waiting for my attendance.  I frantically told him that, no, I could NOT participate at the moment.  Then the phone rang.  I picked it up to find that same coworker on the other end of the line in utter (udder...) shock at the horrible sound coming through the line!  Can the sound of the breast pump be heard through the walls?  No.  Can it be heard through the telephone?  Hell yeah!  Needless to say that convinced him to leave me alone.

The story does not end there.  Today I was sitting in the unoccupied office with my dress pulled up and tucked neatly under my chin.  Note - wearing a dress while breastfeeding or pumping is not a great idea.  Along comes a knock on the door.  My coworker had answered my phone only to find my mother on the end letting me know that it was time to come home and nurse.  That is when my coworker had to cross the final boundary and declare, "she is pumping right now."