Picture this: A sunny summer morning in the Pacific Northwest, a family barreling down the freeway in their wagon-class car, the start of their road trip vacation. Father behind the wheel, chubby baby girl strapped into her car seat, mother sitting next to her, electric breast pump attached to her front wheezing away as milk drip-drops into plastic bottles. (Thanks to my wonderfully geeky husband, we have a device that allows us to have AC/DC power in the car.) Yep, that'd be me. This is the story of how I became Crazy Anguishing Pumping Lady.