Sensitive natures, and related members of my family whom are male may chose to skip this post as it talks about "girl things".
My non-blogging gal-pal Karen (*wave!* Hi there Karen) and I were talking that we ought to put together a book about the things we learned, stuff I've yet to find in "What to Expect Your First Year" or other such helpful books. Here is one of my contributions:
Avoiding Headlights while Nursing.
The first time I came across padded nursing bras I was at a loss as to why anyone would want to stuff and package sore and swelling jugs into something like that . . with WIRE no less. . .
I was given one such padded boulder holder and always felt that after you folded down the cup to nurse - I felt like I was being served on a platter, propped and ready, and I never found that very comfortable . . . .
But though living, I have learned that nursing nips are like solderers ready to stand to attention at any provocation - this is problematic in any normal situation, but is particularly trouble some when I have to get in front of a group of very observant deaf and sign the worship songs in church. I blush at thinking of causing that sort of distraction.
Hence my new found appreciation for padded nursing bras. They really do help tame the little boogers. Up until I had more than one such bra the only other option I had was placing said boogers in their place - pointing downward.
Yes, I am grateful for padded nursing bras, and that is a lessons learned by living.