A lot of people in blog world are discussing breastfeeding this week. I breastfed JC until 6 weeks ago and I can't write about my problems as to be honest I was really lucky and I had a very easy time of it. Apart from low milk supply and a bit of Mastitus at the start, it has been relatively positive for me. I don't think I should write a post about how wonderfully great it all is because there is enough breastfeeding propaganda out there to maintain the mummy guilt and I really don't want to be adding to it. I am very much pro choice. I think everyone should try it and give it their best shot but if they find it's not working for them and they are not happy then I think a happy mum = happy baby and that you should always do what is right for you and your own baby.
The reason I am posting this as my 365 is because I tried some underwear that I took out of storage tonight. I packed away all my nice lingerie when my boobs rocketed to an G cup during pregnancy and my little D's wouldn't keek. None of them fitted me. After trying on all the bras and bikinis and quickly deciding to bin them, I tried on a wee slinky camisole. I said to my hubby 'what do you think?' He laughed and said 'I didn't think you have gone THAT far south'. He continued to laugh obviously not realising how upset am I about my disappearing boobage and I am pretty sure that he didn't mean to hurt my feelings but it still feels rubbish.
My breast friends will never look the same again. Not without the help of a reinforced well padded bra.