I stared at the small corner of nursing bras at Motherhood Maternity and asked aloud, "this is it? where's the color, the pretty lace?" Yes, I'm the crazy lady who talks to her undergarments, but for the sake of this story we will pretend Rose was awake and attentively listening in the mutual horror of my plight.
Such is life, perhaps one day agent provocateur or victoria secret will make a postpartum line for their milk-making clientele but until then I resign myself to the sea of beige, white and black.
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