In the car every day on my commute to Rochester - to and from work. No, I wasn't driving. My husband had that responsibility. And, I think I was successful in not giving any semi drivers a show. 🙂

With both of my boys, this probably means I pumped for over 350 hours in the car and I only spilled one bottle of milk (which as you likely agree, was devastating). I didn't cry over the spilled milk, but I was upset, not only to lose the milk, but because I ruined a pair of suit pants that had a cute matching jacket. 🙁