We have had our highs and we have had our lows. We logged many, many hours together over the past seven months. Early morning. Late night. Middle of the night.
We have hidden in the bathroom. In multiple offices. In guest rooms. But most of the time we were right out in the open, in my living room.
Sometimes I hated you.
You made me look ridiculous when I used you, but you did your job well. At least, I think you did. I've never cheated on you, so I have nothing to compare you to.
You are bulky and not convenient to lug back and forth to work. I'm sure I know I looked awesome when I lugged you, my purse, the diaper bag, and the kid around at the same time.
I still hear your rhythmic pumping sometimes. I couldn't wait for the day I could say goodbye, but now I'm feeling nostalgic.
Until next time...