Tonight I am enjoying a fringe benefit of my last baby boy, nice nursing pjs. When TZ was a babe, I wore gowns with long hole down the front that would gape at inconvient times. DG's baby hood involved me stealing J's ratty t-shits because I couldn't bear to wear those ugly gowns again. But when GS was on his way I begged for new lounge wear. My dear husband and mom in law graced me with new jammies. The pairs I bought worked all the way through my pregnancy, I wore them in the hospital, I am wearing them still, and I plan on wearing them long after GS is no longer nursing. My favorites are Mamajamas! Here is how they look.
