Ever had the refrigerator door slam shut on your naked boob? Yeah, me neither, but I had a mammogram. Once described to me as such, I also heard it was like a steamroller pressing a breast into the pavement. While it was far from comfortable, it was certainly not the torture chamber I envisioned. Before undergoing the procedure, I asked the technician how she would describe the pain. She laughed at me and asked if I had kids. When I told her yes, she followed up her first query with a second one — did I breastfeed them? When I told her yes, she said, "This is going to be a cakewalk." After some positioning, four x-rays, and roughly 10 minutes, I was dressed and ready to go. Unlike my first experience nursing, the much dreaded breast screening was quick, painless and hopefully unwarranted for another two years. Lucky for me, mammograms ain't got nothin' on nursing mamas.