Underwear Woes

Well, it finally happened. I’ve reached the milestone of needing to go out and buy maternity underwear. *shudder* Or else learn to live with the feeling of my underwear rolled down underneath my belly. Attractive, huh.

Anyway, I’m down to one pair of undies, apparently made from heartier stock than the rest, that doesn’t roll right down every time I bend or roll-over or shift or twitch or even think about moving (my underwear’s ability to withstand the aforementioned factors disintegrated in exactly that order, by the way). Jon of course has the perfect solution to my problem -- declare ourselves an “undie-free” household. Not going to happen, sweetie, not going to happen. Maternity underwear, here I come. :)