Perhaps you know what I'm talking about? They aren't really that noticeable but in the right light you can see them pretty well, I guess. Breast milk or spit up. Or both. I am sitting here typing this entry in my underwear and a maternity tank top. All five of my outfits that I enjoy wearing right now are in the wash. Cotton. Stretch. Can be washed together. Nothing needs to be ironed. My mommy uniforms waiting to be barfed, drooled or leaked on. So, if you see a stain on my shirt... just pretend it's not there. That's what I do most of the time.