My Underwear Could Save My Life if I Have to Jump Out of an Airplane

Wow! I feel like I am going to vomit a lot of information at you this week with missing eleven days of blogging. 11 DAYS of VACATION for me!

I missed documenting my official crossover into the third trimester, but trust me, I definitely celebrated. :)

I'll try not to get long winded.

First up underwear. I had mentioned that I had to buy some new underwear pre-vacation and that they were two sizes bigger than the current underwear that I own. I was in a big rush getting stuff done and ready before vacation so I just picked up a 6 pack of Hanes underwear from Target. I don't have any Hanes underwear so I wasn't experienced in the way of these underwear. I based my decision on the pictures of the model on the front and went with the "low rise brief" figuring that was probably the style of the underwear I had at home. (Yes, I love granny panties - I will expound upon that later.)

So I rushed home ripped open the package and threw all of them in the wash and then into my suitcase. We get on vacation and I think we were in Asheville yet when I first put on the underwear. Wow. These take granny to a new level and definitely were not "low rise". And they were a bit big - I got two sizes bigger b/c the one size bigger looked a little small and I thought they would shrink. These underwear are enormous! Oh well, I though, who cares.

Well aparently my husband does.

"What is going on with those underwear" he asked me one night. I just started laughing. And Laughing. And Laughing. "I know - they are enormous. I totally bought them too big and thought the style would be a little bit more LOW RISE and not halfway up my stomach."

So now they are referred to as the parachutes.

It totally brought back memories of the underwear intervention my college roommates staged for me sophomore year. Oh yes - I never have been one for thongs or skimpy undies. Sure I'll don them on special occasions (wink wink) or for the right outfit, but I have always rocked the bikinis or hipsters. My sister and I are convinced it is because our buttcracks are really long and that low rise underwear don't appropriately cover our jelly. (I have the same issue with low rise jeans which is why I was glad the higher rise styles came back!). Anyway, back to sophomore year....I don't know why but I also bought my underwear very large back then. I think my mom induced the fear of shrinking into me at a young age - like buy a size bigger than you need because they will shrink. For example in college during the time of which I speak, I was wearing size L Victoria's Secret Briefs. My boyfriend at the time actually ASKED ME why I bought my underwear so large. Oh my god - I was totally humiliated because it was a newish relationship.

When I told my three college roommates this story they were like, Well Let's see the underwear. They totally started laughing hysterically when I pulled down my jeans. And took a picture (which i still have but will NOT be posting). Then one of them (NB) took me shopping for all new underwear. Sized appropriately.

Since that time, I have not had any issues with underwear. Until getting knocked up. I wish I was still in contact with NB because I think she would get a kick of out of my underwear regression.

My favorite underwear during pregnancy (and before) have been these gillian and o'malley ones that I got from a target clearance rack pre-pregnancy. I have searched Target and they do not make this style/cut anymore apparently so I'm stuck with only 3 pairs. The way I see it, I think the parachutes will just give me THAT much more motivation to get back into shape post-baby.