Knockers. Cha-chas. Funbags. Gazongas. Milk factories. Baby feeders. Boobies. Whatever you call them, pregnancy is the time in a woman’s life where she becomes painfully (literally) aware of her breasts and their role in motherhood.
I had been somewhat lucky in that my existing bras managed to contain an ever-increasing bosom up until recently. Yes, I was exceeding their maximum design capacity, but hey, they stretch. But there came a point around week 34 where I’d had enough of wrangling them into submission.
So I did what every woman in need of a brassiere would do, I measured myself. And then I nearly fainted. As if the scale wasn’t insult enough to my self-esteem, the numbers and letters on my new bra size were astonishing. 44E. This is simply fabulous, I thought. I’ll work the udder look for a while and then will expect to win awards for bearing a sheer spectacle once my milk comes in.
So where does one acquire a bra (and not just any bra, but a nursing bra) in size 44E? Not too many places, unfortunately. The lady at JCPenney was friendly but practically laughed when I indicated my size. They only go to up to 38D. I knew the Internet had many selections in larger sizes, but how can something that requires such a nuanced fit be purchased by mail order? As much as I love shopping online, it just wasn’t an option in this case.
As it was with my maternity clothes, I assumed Motherhood Maternity would be the saving grace. Alas, an unfortunate design left my boobs resting directly on top of my belly in less-than-attractive fashion.
Frustrated, I asked around and kept hearing about Confidentially Yours, effectively the only specialty lingerie retailer in town. I called and found myself in luck. They carried nursing bras in appropriate jumbo sizes.
I am now the proud owner of an acceptably supportive (I’m used to firm, molded cups) nursing bra, sized with just enough spare room to accommodate my predictably even-more-ample melons. I feel relieved to have found a solution in both a local store and at a reasonable (for a bra) price. At this late stage of back pain, contractions and swollen feet, I’ll take pleasure in any little thing that makes life a little more comfortable.
Jennifer Wilson is excited to report that, with just 3.5 weeks to go, her baby is no longer in the breech position. She writes 31 and Pregnant, a column about navigating first-time pregnancy in Champaign-Urbana.