MILK... it does a body good!

First of all, if any men happen to read my blog, this is probably a post that you don't want to read.

It's has to with breastmilk. (I picture all men gasping right now and running away from the computer as fast as they can) That's right... breastmilk. MY breastmilk.

I nursed Carsen for 1 year, and plan to do the same with Madelyn. I hated breastfeeding with Carsen at first. I would sit and cry because I felt like such a cow. (it didn't help that the first time Keith saw me pumping he "mooooooo'd at me..." :) But then I learned to enjoy the quiet time with him. Night feedings totally sucked were definately more difficult, but I quickly got used to them. And now with Madelyn, I feel like it's easier to breastfeed than it would be to bottle feed.

But here's my dilema... I'm so curious as to what it tastes like. SO curious. But the thought of actually tasting my own milk grosses me out. Big time. I have dipped my finger in it and taken a lick of it, but that's the farthest I have gone.

I'm not sure if we're going to have any more kids. We both go back and forth. (well, I go back and forth... Keith is done having kids pretty satisfied with the 2 kids we already have) Part of me thinks if I'm going to try it, I need to do it soon. Madelyn is almost 9 months, so that means 3 more months of breastfeeding her, and maybe no more kids. Ever. No more breastmilk.

Ahhh... life's dilemmas.

So, it's confession time... have YOU ever tried (or thought of trying) your breastmilk?