I love yoga pants and shelf bra tops, don’t get me wrong. But as I once again move out of the newborn days I find myself starting to dig out my nicer pre-pregnancy clothes. I don the expensive tops and stylish dresses and I am transported to the days when I spent an hour on my hair and makeup, slid up the thigh high stocking and slipped on my platform heels. I’m slapped back to reality by the crying and tugging at my feet. I pick up my beautiful baby boy and reach up to pull my top down to nurse him. *tugs on shirt* “oh yeah, I can’t nurse in this.” [Read more…]