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!” ...READ THE REST OF THIS POST HERE