There’s a store here in the New York called The Upper Breast Side. I first heard about it during one of our birthing classes. Our instructor said, “I can’t believe I’m going to give them even more business but…” Apparently the woman who owns The Upper Breast Side is notoriously snotty.
The instructor furthered her description by saying, “If you get her on a good day, everything will go fine and they really do know their stuff. But I have sent clients to her and they have left in tears. And if you are at all shy, this place might not be for you. The measurements take place on the floor. Women are made to stand completely shirtless in a room full of people.”
I’ll talk and admit to just about anything. I’ll write about even more. But I do not feel comfortable standing in a room full of strangers with my shirt off especially while pregnant and huge. I’m not ashamed, necessarily, but I can’t say I’m proud of how I look (feel?) right now. And while I regularly walk around our house without any clothes on, I don’t feel comfortable walking around in public that way.
On Friday I did a little legwork and found a store called Boing Boing right here in Brooklyn.
Here is a short review taken from the New York Magazine Web site
“I went to boing boing because i find the upper breast side shop to be pretentious and somewhat degrading. boing boing employees were helpful, and kind. i love all their products.”
The woman I spoke to at Boing Boing was happy to take measurements but she made it clear that she’s not an expert. Either way, she was extremely helpful. I tried on nearly 15 bras of all different shapes and sizes. I tried on sleeping bras, nursing bras, “sexy” (relatively speaking, of course) nursing bras, and just plain old Bravado nursing bras. I left with $166.00 worth of boob-related stuff including some nursing pads (to hide unsightly leakage) and a box of Soothies.
Of the four bras I purchased, I am most pleased with the Anita Maternity bra.
My second favorite is the Bravado Microfiber nursing bra.
The Anita is a bit more fancy and it does have an underwire, which really comes in handy for the big breasted. I have gotten mixed reviews regarding nursing bras and underwire. Some women believe that having underwire while nursing can lead to mastitis. But I went ahead and bought one anyway because it’s so much more comfortable for my back and shoulders. The other three, however, are without underwire support.
In other, non-related boob news we’re just finishing up the baby’s room. Here is a picture along with some information regarding the decor and the bumpers we purchased.
We took a tour of the hospital yesterday and the both of us are super excited. I know that my baby and I will be in very capable hands. The semi-private rooms (covered by insurance) were nice enough and had a view of the East River as well as Brooklyn. The private rooms (run 600 dollars a night, NOT covered by insurance) also have a view of the river and the spouse can stay the night. The private suites were filled (run 800 dollars a night) so we didn’t get to see them. They have a leather couch, a TV, and a DVD player. They’re basically hotel rooms. Obviously, we can’t afford either upgrade, but should I lose my mind entirely and decide that I cannot deal with being without Toby, or I’m stuck rooming with a nasty woman, we’ll go into dept to pay for something. But I don’t see that happening. Although, I’ve heard some horror stories from those stuck in semi-private rooms. I’m crossing my fingers I get a decent roommate.
It’s hot as hell here in New York City. I have decided to not go outside today at all. Instead, I’m sitting here in the dark working on some freelance projects. I’m sitting in the dark because I’m trying desperately to conserve energy as we enter blackout territory. Every little bit counts, right?