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A Real Bra Never Felt So Good...

 

I am one of those women who loves real bras. I don’t love them because they have lace or are sexy of because other people (i.e. my husband) likes them. I love them for the fact that they make me feel put together. When I wear a bra with an underwire and a good shape I feel like I look like a woman. When I wear a real bra I am no longer insecure as to if people are staring at my boobs because they aren’t fully contained and you can tell through my shirt. A bra changes everything. I feel dirty in a sports bra, even if it is clean. Clearly Lululemon isn’t making a dent in my bank account. That’s just not my look.

Having said all that. It has been over a year since I have worn a real bra.

Add that to the list of things people don’t tell you about having a baby. You can not wear a normal bra when you are nursing. I mean, you can, but no one recommends it. First of all, it is highly inconvenient and second of all, it can increase your chances of having mastitis. You may think that’s not a big deal, but that shit hurts. A lot. And when it hurts you have to get in a warm shower and proceed to push hard, which hurts even more. No thank you. I will not be consciously contributing to that issue.

As if you don’t feel disgusting enough after having a baby, you have to wear poor fitting nursing tank tops or a nursing bra. Now, they do make cute nursing bras, but can we be serious for a minute? I always had decent looking boobs I think, but then I had a baby. And that baby has been nursing for a year now and I just can not deal with the lack of support or shape that the nursing bras have. They look like tween bras. I mean, seriously?! Would it kill someone to make one that visually returns your boobs to the way they were pre-baby?!

Apparently.

Anyway, this month marks the days of no more daily feedings, which means for now on I am wearing my adult bras. I feel like a woman again. Or at least that portion of me does.

It’s been a long time. I’ve missed you, friends.

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