Monday, 15 September 2008

The Dairy is Dead. Long Live the Dairy.

My boobs had pretty much settled down about a week after Felix had been weaned. So at the earliest possible opportunity I packed up the nursing bras and put on that special lacy and underwired number I had bought at the beginning of my maternity leave especially for this occasion.

Only 2 days into my holiday and grrr, had a little 'accident' which made me realise that you only need the teensiest, tiniest drop of liquid on clothes for that damp stain to appear and everyone to stare at your nips.

(p.s. not me in the pic, though obviously I could understand if you were mistaken, and not even the bra I bought either - just imagine something/someone similar but with bigger boobs).

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