I went shopping last Tuesday (the 17th) to hunt for a nursing bra. I found one, decently priced at a store. I tried on the bra and was satisfied, and purchased it. It was a final sale because it’s considered to be an undergarment. That’s completely understandable–I’d hate to buy something so intimate second hand… When I brought it home, I left it sitting around, with the intention of its first wear being on the weekend.
I wore the new bra for a few hours each on Saturday (the 21st), Sunday & today. As I was just sitting in front of my computer, thinking about what to blog about, I felt a poke. I look down inside my shirt and see a little white thing peering out. The underwire from my new bra was poking through!! ARRGGGGHHHH. I didn’t really have money to buy the new bra in the first place and only bought it out of sheer necessity. I only had one bra and since we’re travelling next week, I needed at least one more.
So, I whispered a prayer and picked up the phone. I called the store and spoke with an employee. She told me that I’d have to bring in the bra & the receipt, but I’d have to come in when the manager’s there. So, either tomorrow evening or Wednesday afternoon, I’ll be taking a trip down to Motherhood Maternity.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion….