Don't pee on my pancakes and tell me its maple syrup

A few weeks ago, I noticed that the amount of freshly squeezed boob juice I was able to pump while at work had lessened a great deal. I understand that there are a variety of reasons why this could be happening, from the impending return of Aunt Flo from her long hiatus to the accumulated stress of house hunting/buying. As I would prefer to continue to breastfeed Sylvie for at least a year, I figured I needed to do something to get my milk production back up to quota. My OB/GYN referred me to a lactation specialist who suggested that I try taking the herbal supplement fenugreek. This herb is a known "galactogogue" which, though it sounds like some sort of fiendish overlord from a sci-fi pulp novel, just means it's an agent that promotes the secretion of milk. I bought a bottle of fenugreek at a local GNC and started popping the prescribed 3 capsules, 3 times a day.

After taking the herb for the past several days, my Maternal Order of Milk Ducts Union is no longer striking. There is an interesting side effect however, one that anyone who has ever eaten asparagus with dinner knows about from the sharp reminder of having done so when they pee the following morning. Turns out that fenugreek is one of those quirky little plants with the ability of imbuing one's sweat and urine with a noticeable odor. In the case of fenugreek, it's maple syrup, which is why I've been smelling like a waffle house lately.