Underwear!

I have to balance this blog out a bit... it will get boring for me and for you if all I ever do is discuss my cervical length. So let's migrate an inch or so south of the cervix to my undies... nothing gross, I promise!

We give very little thought to the underwear we adorn. Usually, one will wake in the morning and make a fairly quick selection, perhaps taking into consideration comfort, sexiness or avoidance of a VPL (visible panty line). BUT let me tell you... if you are ever unfortunate enough to be in the position of having a male select your panties, you will soon appreciate what a major inconvenience inappropriate drawers can be.

This saga began on Sunday. I was up with my young lady at about 6am, at which point I selected a nice comfy pair of knickers and got dressed for the day. That night, when I needed to make the trip to the hospital to be checked out, I didn't bother changing my clothes or packing others, as I assumed it would be a quick stay and I would be home later that evening. As you know, I was wrong and was admitted for the night. As we were not sure at this point if I would be staying any longer, Antony went to work and was awaiting my phone call to update him. This happened at about lunchtime and he said he would bring me fresh clothing that evening. He didn't arrive until 6pm. By this stage I have now been in the same set of clothes and undies for 36 hours... not nice.

Naturally I was very excited to get changed into some fresh clothes but upon opening the bag I was horrified at my selection. Just two pairs of undies... one, although a little small for my pregnant self was reasonable, the second however... well I do not even know why I still owned them. Too big and very old and daggy, no doubt from 2.5 years ago when I was full term with Charlotte and 30kg more loveable. Still, I thought, they are clean.

Soon after Antony said he may not be able to make it up for a few days and when I reminded him I only had 2 pairs of underwear I said, hmm, I may need you to be here before I run out, which he didn't seem to quite understand the gravity of.

Fast forward nearly a week and I was becoming rather distressed at not only the lack of clean underwear, but the general lack of clean, well fitting and hospital appropriate clothes that he was supplying. I had given him a list of my requirements and advised him of what current items I owned that I would deem appropriate. I even showed him a pair of undies, with instructions of place of purchase and correct size so he could buy some more. When he arrived however, my instructions had been ignored entirely. Instead of the best and less size 8 undies in nice solid colours I had shown him, he had purchased size 10 bloomers in the most hideous floral design with the description "full briefs" and a bit of lace around the leg holes just to seal the deal. Seeing my reaction he said "I was worried the other ones might not cover your bottom properly" - thanks honey. He was trying, he really was... and I concede that it would be difficult to make selections for your normally size 6 wife when she is carrying a soccer ball on the front... but when you're stuck in hospital all you want is to put on some comfortable clean undies! Is it that much to ask?

At this point, Charlotte was being a ratbag (tired and hungry), I was irritable about the undies and Antony was frustrated and tired from a long week without me there to help out with day to day things. We had a small domestic dispute and suggested I might like to wear a hospital theatre gown for a few days until he could sort it out. Yes, those gowns that tie at the back... Needless to say, this did not help the tension already felt and he left soon after, probably a bit pissed off at me, as that is how I was feeling too.

I am happy to report that over the weekend my mum went shopping for me and Antony has also become better acquainted with my knicker needs. I feel much more relaxed now that I have a small washing basket with lots of comfy clothes to select from each day. The granny bloomers are still here, I figure that if for some reason there is a delay in Antony visiting with clean washing, they would suffice in an emergency situation, however thankfully to this point I have not had to break into them yet.

What I have learnt from this experience is that firstly, you should NEVER have old undies laying about your house because as deeply buried as you may think they are, if you ever find yourself hospitalized, your husband will surely find them. The second thing I have learnt is that it is probably better if you don't even let your husband pack your bag - be organized and have an emergency one stashed somewhere or failing that, ask your girlfriend, mother or sister to do it for you! Men just don't understand!