Dressing the Girls

Oscar is just over a month old now, and I can honestly say, the little chap is a boob man without doubt. My toddler George now innocently refers to my chest as "Oscar's milkies". I think that just about says it all. {insert chuckle}

And whilst I am enjoying nourishing my child the way nature intended, it has not been without its challenges. Now I could talk about the cracked, bleeding, sore nipples and share the joy that is the over-active let down, but hmmm....would you really want to read about that?

Lets talk about another challenge for now. Wardrobe.

I'm am realising that if I don't think carefully about what I plan to cover the "girls" with, I can easily look like I should be waiting tables at "Hooters", with boobage spilling out of every possible outlet or on the other end of the scale, like I've been swallowed alive by a Muumuu. And since most of my pre-pregnancy wardrobe did not account for the new bowling-balls on my chest, I am at rather a loss.

Then of course, there is the post-feed wonkiness to contend with, with one side looking decidely deflated, only further accentuating my two new b(r)est friends.
So, I've reluctantly become the "Cardigan Queen" of the South East. (Just call me Pauline Fowler Mark II). Whilst its hardly high fashion, I'm saving everyones blushes.

Yet through the dressing challenges I am also reminded of three things:
1) A big chest serves to make everything beneath it look significantly smaller. Hurrah to a deceptively small stomach.
2) The "spaniels ears" will be back before long. Enjoying them whilst they last should be mandatory.

and most importantly:
3) I am giving Oscar the very best that Mummy has to offer. And surely that is more than worth a few shopping headaches.