The dilemma started over the weekend when I realised that all my underwear now falls down my butt, and after trying on my first normal, underwire bra after two years of wearing nursing bras and having a right little tanty at how uncomfortable it was I decided I needed to buy some new ones.
I'm embarrassed to admit how excited I was when I discovered underwire free, seamless bras almost identical to the nursing ones I've been wearing. What's worse is that they came in multi-packs and I got three packs of them.
And then there was the underwear... I walked right past all of the popular, pretty ones, scoffed at the mere idea of g-strings, and found myself frowning at the boyleg section; which I previously have loved. But no, now the fabrics are "crap" apparently. I then stumbled upon multi-packs of plain, grandma style cotton underwear. And with glee, I stuffed a whole bunch of them into my trolley and strutted to the register just daring somebody to comment on it.
The fact is, these days I prefer comfort over cuteness. The joys of motherhood.
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