Rummaging through my old underwear and lingerie I found more feeding brassieres that had cupped my body in 2003. They were in a slightly better shape and had a bit of lace on top. This was the period when the cow batted her eyes at the bull as the calf had been weaned.
2004 was the year when I began to lose weight and my bras became exciting. French knickers got along with American bras, albeit being kind of mismatched.
As a rule I don’t like panties. They give wedgies, tighten at all the wrong places and generally speaking are germ carpets. Thus, in these five years of marriage I have six good panties that have been barely worn. They were expensive, bought on a whim and are so tiny on the back that wedgies are a given.
My bras from 2004 were mostly from Victoria's Secret and the majority of them had front snaps. They were sexy, convenient, and fun - just like my life had been during that year when my kid had become independent enough to give me breathing space so as to be creative and thus became a happier person.
The end of 2004 saw a drastic change in my bra collection when I became pregnant yet again. This time round I wasn’t as thrifty as I had been in my first pregnancy. By then I realized that I shouldn’t pinch pennies when it came to myself. It didn’t help support my family - nor my breasts for that matter.
My bras during pregnancy and after came from Target. The feeding bras were, as usual, asexual and became saggy after four or five washes. My size changed and so did my bras but they all looked and felt the same.
They had front loops that could come down to feed the baby and were quite comfortable and loose. Tight and restrictive bras are known to cause a decrease in milk supply hence my branches probably swayed a tad too much while we were in San Francisco during August, September and early October.
By mid-November, my boob size decreased noticeably thanks to breast feeding. I couldn’t see myself be literally laden with two jiggling melons instead of well stacked oranges. So off I went shopping with my American Express card and found that since I had lost more weight, I went from 32D (double gulp) to a 36C. I had been wearing loose bras that had given my breasts too much breathing space and no support.