My husband hates, I mean hates, my underpants
Now we’re getting personal.
I feel as though we have bonded readers, and thanks to the anonymity of the Internet, I feel I can talk to you about my undergarments.
I can’t call my underpants, panties, because they are so not panties.
They are underpants.
Bloomers even.
More specifically, they are size extra large maternity underpants.
Now you see why Millhouse hates them.
Please allow me to clarify some things now, before you go siding with Millhouse.
Firstly, even though my trunk is full of junk, it is in no way an extra large backside. I got a size up when I bought them because I wanted them to be roomy, and I didn’t want anything pressing on my pregnant belly.
They are hot pink with leopard print.
They are like granny panties to the nth degree. The waist band of the underpants now sit right under the bottom of my bra.
When Beanz saw them in the laundry for the first time, she thought they were a pillow case.
They’re substantial in size and bold in design.
Moving on.
I realize that I am no longer pregnant and because of that I should no longer be wearing maternity underwear but I can’t stop. They are so comfortable. There is no accidental wedgies or waist bands sliding down past my muffin top when I sit down.
They are not the most attractive things but as with everything else in my life, as of late, I have been chosing function and comfort over fashion.
And of all my comfortable fashion choices, this one bothers Millhouse the most.
This is the one that he is most vocal about.
He hates my underpants.
He hides them when he does laundry. I think he has started throwing them away, one at a time, so that I don’t see that they are disappearing. He tries to get rid of the underpants and replace them with panties. he thinks that I don’t know he’s doing this but I know he is.
He is taking his hatred of my underpants to another level.
And in a way I’m kinda glad that he is slowly disposing of my super granny underwear.
Because I would never do it.
Guess it means if you’re stopping w the maternity undies, you’re gonna stop w the maternity pants/clothes? Just sayin’.
Listen here missy, I gave up the maternity clothes as soon as that baby was out of me. The only thing I kept was the underwear. :p
I’m seeing a trend here, your husband dislikes anything that is unflattering to your ass…since he likes it so much. I say you’re doing a disservice to your ass with the maternity/pillowcase underwear and man part jeans. I have to side with Milhouse on this one.