Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Over the shoulder ...

... milk jug holder

Prior to yesterday - and since giving birth for the second time - I have been wearing the cheapest, flimsiest, non-supportive nursing bras.  There are three in my collection: 
  • the cotton ultra-cheapy from Target with the non-existent band around the rib-cage so it slides up constantly
  • the pretty pink one from some department store where I was "fitted" by a woman who didn't know what she was doing - purchased when nursing number one.
  • the nude colored (my personal bra color preference) underwire from a maternity store; they didn't have my size, so I bought the next closest size - again, purchased with my first.
All of that changed when I walked into the woman's clinic here in town.  I had heard from plenty of mommy friends about their great nursing bra fitting service - how it was so worth the extra dollars, etc.  But I just couldn't manage to get there - by myself.  Baring my breasts and trying on a dozen bras while entertaining a two year old and hoping the 4 month old doesn't get any ideas ... that is not my idea of a good time.  Yesterday I took advantage of a little daddy daycare time ...

The very nice, soft-spoken lady started out by measuring me ... while commenting on how well I've done to regain my figure after having a baby.  It's always nice to be lied to by the bra-fitter in your life, huh?  I am so out-of-shape and still struggling with a wardrobe that does not fit me.  But she was being nice, so I won't begrudge her that.  

Brace yourself for this.  According to her measurements, I needed a 32 G.  Wish she had told me to sit down first; I was stunned.  I am NOT that big.  I mean, the girls are in their full glory, all milk-jugged and what-not.  But G?  Isn't that porno star size?  The bra I wore into her little boutique is a 34 D.  And then, suddenly, I remember an Oprah show about women and their ill-fitting bras.  I knew I would have to trust this "professional bra fitter" who was telling me G.

In the end, and after trying on five different bras, I ended up with a 32 F that makes the girls feel lifted, supported, and always-at-the-ready.

Yes, I am finally a believer, and I distinctly regret not checking it out sooner!  A new, well-fitting bra changes everything.  Slight exaggeration, but seriously, it does make a huge difference.  If you are currently wearing a bra that doesn't quite fit you right, I encourage you to seek professional help, spend a little extra money, and give the girls the support they deserve.  You'll be glad you did.  They'll be glad you did.

This has been a MommyBrain public service announcement on behalf of all the unsupported boobies out there!


Chi-town momma said...

I wonder how many porn searching hits you will get based on your post!!! I think you should add a side note that while one the phone, hubs overheard you telling the size of said knockers and was pretty pleased! ;) Glad the girls are happy!!! (My Big B's/little C'shave not revolted from hanging out in my nursing tanks from Target)

Raising Z said...

I so need to be fitted by someone who knows what they are talking about. But like you said, who has the time :)

Jessica said...

I can't believe you lasted this long without going to that place and getting a nursing bra that fit! I bought two when I was nursing SP and I think I would've quit a lot sooner if I hadn't. May splurge and get a third this time around. Glad you're feeling all supported now. : )

CJ Sime said...

My mom only has two ill fitting bras. She replaces them every two years. BUt never with something better.

A good bra makes a HUGE difference! Way to make your girls happy!


Shell said...



*LLUVIA* said...

Wow! I was complaining about my D's!

BJ_Mama said...

oh geez, that "professional" will have me the the "LMNOP" range! AHHHHH!!!!!!!

jen said...

i'm exactly the same. it's unbelieveable ... no wonder i've never liked the bras that i get at target and such ... they TOTALLY don't fit!

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