So in the great state of NJ a lot of people pump their fists (I’ll admit I pump my fists when I’m out of the state), we don’t have to pump our gas, but a lot of women do pump their milk. Me being one of them! I have been an exclusive pumper since Fin turned about 6 months old. He started to refuse the boob. Not sure why. Fin is the type of kid that knows what he wants, does things when he is ready and on his own terms, and tells (babbles) you how it is. Hmm it reminds me of someone I know? Wink. I don’t really mind pumping, however, I feel my entire day revolves around when I have to pump. My famous last words are always “then I have to pump” or “I have to pump soon” or “OMG I have to pump”.