Total Truth Tuesday

Yeah, this one's embarrassing, but, ladies, I've decided it's time to come out of the closet.

Here's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

I looovve maternity panties. I do. They are, I think, one of the best creations of all time. I mean, I love my kids, too, but the maternity undergarments may actually be reason enough for me to procreate.

When else can you wear a pair of panties that come all the way up to rest snugly beneath your bra? Well, I mean, when else can you have a legitimate medical condition that excuses the wearing of those types of panties?

Never! In fact, during my first pregnancy when I brought my maternity underwear home Thomas was greatly dismayed. But, I would not forsake them. When he teased me mercilessly I refused to stop wearing them. In fact, when he suggested I not worry about our hotel room on the 27th floor because in case of a fire I could simply jump out of the window using them as a parachute, I remained strong.

And, so, now that I am pregnant again I have brought these sacred undergarments from out of their secret hiding place (lest Thomas find them and, you know, throw them away or burn them) and will make them a part of my wardrobe for as long as I can get away with it.

I'm thinking I should be able to justify it until the baby is at least 6 months old, don't you think?