Before kids my daily dilemmas revolved around a) what to wear b) how good/bad said outfit looked and c) when I would have time to run to the mall. I was not THE most stylish person but I didn’t do too bad. I prided myself on my ability to navigate a sale rack and there was nothing better than a sign above the sale rack advertising an additional percentage off sale!
My usual haunts were The Loft and The Gap and all my “unmentionables” (a/k/a ”underwear”) came from Victoria’s Secret. It was a time in my life when I would NEVER dream of going to bed in pjs that did not match (gasp!) or wear underwear that was not “cute”.
Then I got pregnant with the twins and life as I knew it stopped. Since it was my first pregnancy, I could not wait to wear maternity clothes. I was maybe 10 weeks along when I started the online browsing of Old Navy, Mimi and Gap’s maternity selection.
I was determined to be a stylish preggo person and no amount of baby weight was gonna stop me. Heck, I even bought adorable maternity underwear (yes, it exists) just for the occasion.
Well, by 38 weeks I had gained 80 pounds and was swollen beyond recognition. I was able to fit into maybe 4 things and they became my “uniform”. The twins arrived and I eventually was able to get back into my pre-maternity clothes. All was right with the world until….
I got pregnant with baby #3 (Jake) and let’s not forget baby #4 (Luke) ten months later. My body, the one I had had a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with for 38 years was gone never to be seen again. Not only did I have 3 pregnancies in 3 years, I had also had 3 c-sections (need I say more?).
Time marched on, the kids got bigger and eventually I was able to get back into wearing “normal” clothes. However, the one thing I could not rid myself of was the maternity underwear.
Sure they were old, faded and ratty but they were also safe and comfortable. Guaranteed to always fit no matter how good or bad I was. They had been through it all with me, the pregnancy ups and downs and the baby highs and lows. They had stood the test of time and never judged me.
No one knew of my deep, dark maternity underwear secret, it’s not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hey there Mrs. Jeter, how are you? How are the kids? Btw, did I tell you that I haven’t bought new underwear in 5 years?
Then a couple of weeks ago I was in Target (my second home) and found myself smack in the middle of the lingerie aisle staring at the wall of Hanes and Fruit of the Loom packages. [Read more...]