I just got back last night from a work trip to Washington, DC, without the baby and my boobs were the size of Pamela Anderson's and as hard as a rock. I had been pumping all along during breaks in my meetings but I didn't get a chance to do a last pumping session before I headed to the airport with my bag full of milk bottles. Because San Francisco International Airport has a nursing room, I figured that I could at least find a family restroom where I could hook up. Nope. No such thing, at least in the United terminal of Dulles airport. And I was turned away when in desperation I went to the elite traveler's "Red Carpet Club" to ask if they had a private bathroom or area where I could pump. The woman at the front desk had no sympathy. "This is a club for paying members," she sneered at me. So my pumping options were to sit on the floor in the terminal and pump in front of everyone or to stand at a sink in the shared bathroom and pump. After walking through the entire terminal in an attempt to find just a corner of privacy, I had only a few minutes left before boarding. So I opted to go for the big boobs.
You can bet that the officials at United Airlines and Dulles International Airport are going to hear from me tomorrow!