Here's what I do know: talk is cheap. We repeat the mantra that "breast is best," but we give women few resources to breastfeed beyond a few weeks. We say we care about those with breast cancer by buying up pink products, but those efforts don't do much for those diagnosed with the deadliest form of the disease.

I'm really looking forward to the next phase, when the baby starts sleeping through the night. Or wearing oven mitts. Whichever comes first.

I pretended not to even notice the fact that my shirt was literally falling off my body in front of a group of people. I could feel my anxiety level skyrocket. Oh my god. There's a legitimate chance that my naked breast will be exposed to everyone in this room if I don't stop playing right now.

Blame it on the rebellious phase.