So Julia and I are sitting in her doctor's office. . .

 . . . and I'm looking through the dearth of magazines in the examining room and one of them is all about pregnancy . . . Hey, I was desparate, and I turn the page, and see this advertisment for the "hands free" double-expressing, breast pump. 

I couldn't breathe, and just handed the magazine to Julia, who immediately started busting out laughing....and of course, at that time the doctor chose to make an entrance.

Julia was like, "Dad, I'm sure he believes I'm in here for anxiety and depression when we're laughing our heads off!"

Well, can you blame us, the woman's just talking casually on the phone, entering appointments in her calender, and she looks like the Borg are hijacking her colostrum!