Sexy Mama

So, I’m out and about today, gathering the last of the items I will need to pack into my hospital bag, and all of my searching led me to this one question: Is there such a thing as a sexy nursing gown? I mean, dang, I’m not trying to hit the “sexy scale” up toward the level of, say, high class stripper but I certainly don’t want to be way down underneath, say, Grandmother either. Does it have to either button down the front or have front slits that I can pull my boobies out of ? Yes, it does. Does it have to look like I just wrapped myself up in a floral print shower curtain? Well, after today’s frustrating search, that’s a maybe. I ended up surrendering this battle and just bought two, a baby blue one and a light green one, both with little flowers all over them. While my daughters were having fun trying on the smallest of the leftover prom dresses on the rack, pretending to be older that they really are, they were having more fun making me feel like I am older than my thirty-seven years. They kept finding me in the ugly nightgown section and joking that they’d tracked me there by following all the other old ladies, heehee. Heehee my butt, as I looked around and realized they weren’t lying. Ok, so I have become my mother. That’s OK, she’s still lovely, and I can try to make these two tents, uh, I mean nursing gowns, look elegant. Pray for me…