Why I Can’t Watch That Game Show

Confessions - That Game ShowIn an effort to not blog about my remodel woes, I thought I’d share my story about why I can’t watch that game show any longer.

(if you want a remodel update:  i’m losing my bedroom nest today.  the plumber is going to be in my bathroom.  the good part of that is i’ll finally be getting a shower in my master bath.  bliss.)

Specifically, I can’t watch The Price is Right (TPIR).

It’s not that I refuse to watch it now that Bob Barker is gone.  I don’t object to the new beauties or any of the other attempts to modernize the show.  In some ways, I really miss it.  I have fond memories from my childhood of watching the show on sick days.

But I can’t watch it.

(warning – it’s a nursing story.  look away if you need to.)

I blame GoGo.

When GoGo was a bitty baby and I was home on maternity leave, we continued to send Watty to daycare.  I was supposed to be going back to work and we didn’t want to lose our daycare slot.

(yeah… that worked out not so well.  after six months of trying to work i hauled off and quit.  i’ve been an at-home mom ever since.)

GoGo and I fell into a routine.  He’d wake up early when the alarm went off and then take his morning nap while I cleaned house.   He’d wake up hungry (again) right about 10am.

So I sat down in the cozy nursing chair and nursed him.  I clicked on the television and flipped over to… The Price is Right.

After a few days of that I started recording TPIR on the DVR.  That was awesome because I could fast forward through the commercials and get in a full show while GoGo nursed and coo’ed.

For four solid months we followed the pattern of nursing and watching TPIR every morning.  For our other nursing sessions, there wasn’t a pattern.  But for some reason, the 10am feeding was always TPIR.

(yes, i said 4 months.  GoGo was born in late September.  my return from maternity leave should have been early December.  since our company had a mandatory Christmas vacation thing, i got some extra un-paid leave and stretched out maternity leave.)

When I went back to work, I switched TPIR to the late-night feeding.

When it was all said and done, I think GoGo and I watched TPIR together for about 16 months.  Well, I watched.  He was busy.

Then came weaning.

Weaning was hard on both of us.  It was ugly.  I walked around smelling of cabbages.

After a week or so, it was over.  Until I flipped on TPIR one evening.

My child went nuts.  I quickly flipped it off.  I deleted the show from the recordings schedule and grabbed more cabbage l

Watching that game show faded from memory and I never really looked back.

Then came the surprise.

Over a year later, I heard the familiar sounds of the opening credits for TPIR.   I was in a waiting room for car repairs, so it’s not something I had much control over.

About the time I thought “aw… I remember that from when I was nursing” my entire body had the same reaction.  Apparently, my boobs remembered too.  I felt that milk production tingle and a flood of hormones.

Over the next month, I tried several times to watch TPIR – more out of morbid curiosity than anything else.  Each time, my body had the same response.

Wow.  I can’t watch that game show.

I gave up.  I admitted defeat.

I just can’t watch that game show.

(i just got off the phone with hubby.  i wanted to “clear” this blog post before sharing it.  he had no clue that i spent several years with a pavlovian response to TPIR.  after he finished laughing, he challenged me.  he want to know if GoGo reacts to the show in any way.)

So now I have to know – am I the only woman with a weird nursing memory?

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I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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