I loved my nursing bras. I loved their comfort, the easy access they afforded.
But then, at about 11 months, suddenly I was done. I was tired of wearing, washing and wearing the same four bras all the time. I was tired of the big strip of elastic around my chest. I was tired of the way my newly shrunken to their former size breasts sagged in them. It made me feel dumpy and dowdy. I might as well have hiked my skirt up in old-lady fashion.
So I switched. I washed the nursing bras one last time and unceremoniously dumped them in the bag of maternity clothes I've got stashed at the back of Ada's closet. Out came the pre-pregnancy bras, the B-cups of my past. And Oh! how great it is to wear them again. Today I slipped on a purple one and covered it with a tight-fitting shirt. Hello old friends! So good to see you again!
After I wrote this earlier this week, I read this post about bra shopping. After getting over my fear that people would just think I'd read Izzy's post and copied her, I felt a bit glad that others are going through the same boob-shrinkage issues. Then I started worrying about conservation of matter and its impact on my body. If matter is neither created or destroyed, when my breasts shrunk back down, where does the matter go? Hopefully not to the backs of my arms. I'm already feeling a little insecure about them right now.