When Charlie and I met, I was a naked sleeper. He’s honestly not a huge fan of it because he thinks it’s weird. Then again, he also thinks it’s weird if I skip wearing underwear for a day b/c I don’t want pantie lines in a certain outfit. Prude. *LOL* I didn’t care what he thought, so I slept naked anyway – I loved the feeling of sleeping naked on clean sheets.
When I got pregnant, I started wearing a sports bra to bed at night. My breasts and nipples were so sore and tender that it was pretty much a necessity. To me at least, it felt odd to wear a sports bra but nothing on bottom, so I started wearing pajama shorts as well (remember it was summer).
When I had Stella in December and my milk came in, I had to start wearing a nursing bra + pads to bed because of the whole leakage issue. I also had to wear granny pantie underwear the first few weeks (thanks to the huge pads that are a necessity right away postpartum) and yoga pants.
Now it’s become so routine to jump into bed fully clothed, that I’m not sure if I’ll make it back to the naked sleeping side, and that makes me kind of sad. Gosh I’m old.
