The one thing about breastfeeding that I sometimes find annoying is that you can pretty much never wear a dress. The only time I have worn a dress since my daughter was born was to a Christmas party – the one occasion I have been out for the evening without her.
It’s not like I wore them all the time even before I was pregnant. But it was nice to know that I could.
Well, I now have a dress. Not in any way grand, just a summer dress. We like it. It is very cheerful-yellow and very summery and milk is still an option (albeit not too discreetly!) And on the day I get myself a lovely summer dress to wear – what happens? The sunny weather ends, and the rain comes down.