My boobs took over my life about 7 months ago and have not relented. I often wish life were more compatible with my need to feed a baby. Every 2 to 3 hours (sometimes every 20 minutes) I stop what I am doing to work on that baby feeding thing. That means I don't do anything (except maybe feed a baby) for longer than 3 hours anymore. It’s all rather odd, really—though completely natural as well. This is the part of motherhood I did not fully expect/understand/appreciate beforehand. I also feel like it’s my most important job though and one of my biggest accomplishments. It’s not a burden. It’s not easy. It is pretty magical.