I don't fit into any of my underwear. That sentence is your first clue that this post might be slightly TMI. It never even occured to me that I would need to purchase maternity undies. As it turns out, I totally needed to much earlier than one might think. It's very uncomfortable and highly irritating for those pieces of clothing to be too tight, especially at a time when things such as inoffensive commercials about Keebler Elves make you burst into tears. Only at the time that I realized this, I was still way too sick to leave the house to do something about it.
Which is the story of how my husband found me in the bathroom armed with a pair of scissors, cutting horizontal slits into the elastic waistband of my unmentionables.
I really enjoy how after almost four years of marriage, he is able to quickly rearrange the "my wife is crazy" look to one of polite interest as he inquires as to what it is that I am doing.
