Well, I'll tell you how I know!
This past week I had my 6 week post-partum checkup....one week early....and I'm not explaining what they do. It is enough to know it is not a public event and not my most-favorite-thing-ever.
I had a team of people taking care of String Bean, Jumping Bean, and Bitty Bean...this really wasn't an appointment where I felt like having inquiring minds present. I mean, there was no way my Beans - ages 5, 3, and 19months - would have been able to stand facing the wall for any length of time. While I appreciate - and seek to encourage - their interest in medicine and the human body, I don't think they are quite ready for all that.
Or, at least, I'm not.
So, my current-living-accessory....Boy Bean....was my only company on this special day.
Which is always fun because everyone makes sweet faces and comments to me about "how fast the time flies" and "what a treat I'm in for".....and I completely agree. But when I tell them he's my fourth...they suddenly look at me like I'm a nutcase. Which I really don't mind. What I do mind is the apparently-required-comment that normally follows: "Well, I hope you've figured out how that happens!" My standard reply has become: "Yep. And it is a TON of fun." Then they typically shuffle off in stunned silence.
On this particular day my midwife was running behind...not complaining, just stating the facts...and that 45 minute delay put Boy Bean's feeding right when I would be having my fun time with the midwife. As she walked into the room, the little man started to cry. I told her that he was hungry and asked if I could nurse him....during my checkup.
She had no problem with that....can I just say how much I love my midwives???
So there I was...on the table....being checked....nursing my 5 week old Boy Bean.
I'm a multi-tasker.