I have a dear friend who can't stand the word "pita." She's probably cringing just reading it on my blog. I never understood how one can have so much hatred for a word, how one little word can cause chills to run down your spine and your face to crumple up and so I've always teased her about it... Until now. Now I have two words. Two words that, when combined, make me want to gag. And while frequent readers might think they know where I'm going with this (hello, Explosive Poop!), they probably don't. My two least favorite words are Breast and Pump. Separately, I have no problem with them, but combine them into "breast pump" and I can feel my shoulders tense. Right now, this is the bane of my existence: Since starting back at work I've been lugging this thing on the train with me to my office three days a week. Putting a "do not disturb" sign on the office door two or three times a day. Strapping on my super-comfy hands-fre...