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I've sprung a leak. Two actually, one on the left and one on the right. Yup, from the boobies incase you haven't figured it out. It's nothing new, they've been leaking since my son's food source came in but I've grown tired of it. Does it stop? I mean I know the milk will be there as long as I allow but does the leak on demand thing end? I think about J, I leak. I hear J cry, I leak. It gets to be close to one of his usual feeding times, I leak. I stare at them long enough, I leak. The wind blows, I leak. It's getting pretty uncomfortable with my nipples sitting in a soaken tit-pad all day. I rather not wear the pads at all, that is until Pepper came to visit and not-at-all subtle pointed at my boobs laughing as it leaked through my shirt. Thanks Pep.

I went to Motherhood Maternity yesterday to get more nursing gear and as I'm about to try on a bra the flood gates open. So there I am leaning over and creating nice milk puddles on their floor. I didn't want to catch it in my pads because then I have the whole wet pad issue. I couldn't, with a clear concious, put on one of their bras to soak it up because, well that's just gross for the next person and hell if I want to buy a bra that's already soaked in boob milk even if it's my own. I tried to pinch it off, not so smart, the nipple stimulation only encouraged more leakage. Two puddles later, I exit the store...quickly.