Hotmilk Nursing Bra Review

So, I was contacted by Hotmilk and asked if I’d like to do a review of one of their nursing bras. Hotmilk Nursing BraWell, I jumped at the chance because I’ve never treated myself to one of theirs. I chose this one >>
Show Off Floral Nursing Bra – £32.90
in a 42GG (update 2018 – now out of stock)

I arrived at this measurement with a little surprise, as I normally wear a 40 FF or G, but then, I haven’t been measured in a while and it’s estimated that 80% of women are wearing the wrong bra size…

In fact, following the measurements on the size guide, I should have chosen a 44GG, but Hotmilk doesn’t sell any 44 bras at present. Given the discrepancy, I ordered the 42GG and hoped for the best.

Now, before I get onto the review of the bra itself, I need to mention that the Hotmilk website and I didn’t get off to a great start.

Having decided I was looking for a 42GG bra, I entered those details into the ‘Filter by Size’ / ‘Filter by Cup’ options at the top of the page. Brilliant idea. The filter returned six bras, including
<<< this lovely number:
the Dawn Black Nursing Bra, currently on sale for £19.95 (update 2018- now out of stock), but it turns out that in larger sizes it’s actually only available in a
38 FF, G, or H, 40 FF, or GG, and 42 C, or FF. Disappointing. This filter really needs to take account of in stock bras, in my opinion, although I can see the argument that it could be helpful to know what bras are available if you want to wait for one you really like that’s out of stock.

So, anyway, the bra arrived very quickly, and as soon as I removed it from the packet it was very clear to see that the build quality is excellent. The clips on the cups are sturdy and well-attached, the straps are wide and strong, and the adjustment buckle and ring attachments are both sturdy metal. There is also a triple row of hooks on the back fastener, with six closure positions for adjustment.

To my surprise, when I put it on it was not tight at all. Remember, I was supposed to have ordered a 44GG according to my measurements! I have actually only worn it on the tightest setting, but it is sooooo comfortable. I would even go so far as to say that it is possibly one of the most comfortable bras I have ever worn.

It doesn’t move around during the day, my boobs are held in a great position, the shoulder straps don’t dig in, and more importantly, I had no issue with the shoulder straps folding in half – which is something that occurs on some wide-strapped bras in my experience, completely negating the point of having a wide strap in the first place. This didn’t happen. Those shoulder straps are serious engineering!

The cups have a little stretch in them, so would cope well with the ebb and flow in size of breastfeeding breasts. (Again, I feel the GG is more generous than I need. If I order another I think I could be tempted to go with my usual size of 40G). The nursing clips can easy be fastened and unfastened with one hand.

My only issue is that with this design, the cups come quite high up the chest, and while I don’t wear particularly low-cut tops, my clothing choices were restricted because the bra could be seen at the neckline, but it’s a small niggle. I can always wear a different bra on those days.

All in all, I have been very impressed. Hotmilk are not the cheapest bras on the market, but you certainly get what you pay for, the quality is second to none.

You can buy direct from Hotmilk Lingerie, or their bras can also be found in varying designs, prices and sizes at other retailers such as:

Figleaves

Amazon

House of Fraser (up to 38HH, but some on sale)

Nursing Bra Shop

Bras 4 Mums

I’m off to buy a 40GG Dawn Black before they’re out of stock…

Looking For A Bargain?

I’ve always got one eye open for a cheeky bargain. And when I’m updating the links for this site I often spot great deals, so I thought I might as well share them with you!

Hop along to Big Birtha’s Bargains – I’ll post links to any reduced price plus-size maternity wear (or regular items that could be suitable as maternity wear) I find, please feel free to post any good deals you spot.

Even if you wouldn’t fit into that gorgeous bargain of a size 22 babydoll dress, some other Big Birtha out there might be looking for just that!

Why We Should Be Positive About Our Bodies – To Our Sons As Well As Our Daughters…

Article Originally posted here:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rita-templeton/why-i-want-my-sons-to-see-me-naked_b_5797920.html

“I live with a houseful of boys: four, to be exact. But they’re still relatively young — so there are no nudie mags stashed between mattresses, no stealthily-accessed porn sites that someone forgot to erase out of the Internet history, nothing like that. As much as I’d love to think my kids won’t be curious, I’m well aware that won’t be the case: those things are looming and will probably start happening much sooner than I’d like. (I mean, if I had my druthers, they wouldn’t even think about sex until they were like 25.)

But before all that happens — before they’re exposed to boobs that are as round and firm as cantaloupes and pictures of taut, airbrushed, dimple-less butts — I’m exposing them to a different kind of female body.

Mine.

Ours is not a modest household. I don’t lounge around in the buff like my boys do (and I spend more time saying, “Put on some pants!” than anything else) — but I’ve never refrained from changing clothes in front of them, or leaving the door open when I shower, or nursing babies without a cover. Because I want them to see what a real female body looks like. Because if I don’t — and their first images of a naked woman are the impossibly perfect physiques in those magazines or those movies — what kind of expectations will they have? And what woman could ever live up to them?

Between you and me, I’m dismayed, big time, by my post-baby body. But for the sake of my boys — and my future daughters-in-law — I lie through my teeth. When they ask about my stretch marks, I tell them proudly how growing a baby is hard work, and that they’re like badges I’ve earned (gaming references always hit home with dudes, no matter what you’re explaining). As much as I’d like to cringe and shrink away when they touch my squishy belly, I let them squeeze my flab between their curious fingers. Do I hate it? Yes. I want to wail, “Leave my fat alone!” and run for the nearest oversized T-shirt (or, like, the nearest liposuction clinic).

But I don’t. Because for right now, for these few formative years, my flab is their one and only perception of the female body. And I want them to know that it’s beautiful, even in its imperfection.

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I tell them how strong my body is. They see me work out. They see me make healthy food choices, but still indulge my love of baked goods. And though — like most women — I might inwardly beat myself up over my jeans getting too tight, or groan in frustration at the numbers on the scale, I’m never anything but proud of my body in front of my boys. Even when I feel the complete opposite inside. Instilling a positive body image is not an issue reserved for people with daughters — and for boys, it involves not only making them confident about their own bodies, but also letting them know that real is beautiful when it comes to the opposite sex.

I don’t want to do them, or any women they might happen to see naked in the future, the disservice of telling them that saggy boobs are bad or that a little bit of flab is something to be ashamed of. I want them to know that this is the norm, not the nipped-tucked-and-digitally-enhanced images they’re going to be bombarded with. Sure, they’ll gawk at those bouncy boobies and flat stomachs and perky butts… but I have hope that, deep down inside, they’ll know that isn’t the standard to which they should hold women’s bodies. Like, ever.

There will come a time when I cover up when they’re around. I’m sure at some point I’ll hear, “Ugh, Mom, put some clothes on!” or that they’ll learn to knock before barging into the bathroom (which sounds heavenly — I’m not gonna lie). But until then, I’ll let them run their fingers along my stretch marks, and grin and bear it when they squeal with delighted laughter at the way my butt jiggles when I walk across the room to grab a towel. Because while they’re young, I want to plant the seed — so that when they’re older, and their wives say, “I wish my thighs were smaller,” my sons can say, “They’re perfect just the way they are.”

And mean it.”

 

Our Body Image Is Not Our Kids’ Problem

Thought this might resonate with a few people.

Even women who aren’t bigger more often than not have hangups and reservations about their bodies. How often do we delete photos other people have taken of us (or refuse to look at them) because we don’t like what we see?

But perhaps we don’t see what the person taking the photo sees. Have a read:

Exposed by my children for what I really look like

Flipping through the pictures on my phone, I see it.

My first reaction is shock. Who took this hideous picture of me?

Self-loathing and disgust swell up and threaten to bring me to tears.

Just as I am about to hit delete, my boy walks in the room.

“Do you know anything about this picture?” I ask him.

I turn the screen so he can see it. He smiles huge.

“I took that of you in Tahoe,” he says. “You looked so beautiful laying there. I couldn’t help it mom.”

“You need to ask me before using my phone to take pictures,” I say.

“I know,” he says. “But mom, seriously, look how pretty you look?”

I look at the picture again and try to see what he sees.

My daughter walks over and takes a look.

“That could be a postcard mom,” she says smiling. “You’re so beautiful. I love it.”

I take a deep breath.

This is exactly what I needed.

My default mode is to see and focus on the flaws and imperfections. I’m starting to see a bit more.

I still see my dimply, fat thighs.

I also see a mom collapsed on the shore that just explored the lake for hours with her children.

I still see chubby arms.

I also see the arms of a mom that just helped her kids across the rocks and hot sand so their feet wouldn’t hurt.

I still see a fat woman wearing a black dress bathing suit to try to hide her weight issue.

I also see an adventurous mom that loves her children something fierce.

Like many women, I have struggled with my weight most of my life. It’s not something that will ever go away for me. I don’t have a naturally slim body. Never have.

Right now I’m the heaviest I’ve been in 10 years. Yet…

I have not let my weight stop me this time. I am wearing tank tops, sundresses and bathing suits in public. I’m running around playing with my kids this summer and I sometimes even feel attractive.

Yes. You heard me.

“I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty and bright.”

Well…not exactly. But something like that.

Is it because I’m getting older? Is it that I have more to worry about than just how I look? Or maybe it’s because my kids look at me with such adoring eyes.

Really, it doesn’t matter.

I don’t hate my body anymore.

That’s huge for me to admit and hard to even wrap my mind around.

I’m not giving up on exercising and getting healthy. Those are things I will continue to strive for because I want to be around awhile.

Right now though, I just want to love my body where it is. I want it to be OK to see myself the way my kids do.

Thank you kids.”

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