Towards the end of my second pregnancy, I began searching for a cute diaper bag, preferably one which cost less than my car payment and would dress-up my maternity-jeans and stained tee-shirt postpartum uniform. Also, if I could find a bag with wide enough straps to cover-up one of my leaking breasts, well then, all the better!
“What...you’ve never seen a nursing woman leak through her shirt? Stop your staring, and take my damn driver’s license photo already! And crop it in tight on my face!” ...MORE HERE