Pregnancy does a lot to a woman.
It changes everything!
You begin by feeling tired. Your Givenchy spray smells like layers mash. Your husband’s smell excites you so much – though others are repulsed. You get wired cravings.
I loved boiled eggs with lots of pepper. Your sweat smells different. Your face either glows or looks ran down! Mine split down!
The nose can only be described as beautifully gargantuan! Your legs cramp and swell and you waddle around like a penguin.
Babies make you cry, peeing makes you cry, shopping makes you cry, everything just makes you cry. The 9 months are just but gloriously life changing.
Well, yesterday my hubby and I were taking a stroll in town and he happened to spot a lingerie shop.
He said, “Hunnie let’s go in and get you some undies!”
Oh I can see you thinking about it! Mary you got no inners?
Oh yes I do! But according to him, they were past the expiry date!
Johnny told me they are simply “little foxes that want to spoil our vineyard! ”
Didn’t I laugh!
He described my inners as those old folks who reach retirement age and refuse to leave the office unless forcefully evicted!
You see, during my pregnancy, nothing felt as comfortable as my husbands boxers.
They were soft and free!
They were liberating!
I didn’t mind wearing my dresses with his boxers.
I dressed my bump but underneath, were my husband’s boxers giving me the much needed comfort.
“Mary you are to still look as sexy and hot!” Oh yes you try! Trust me! You should, but freedom was my topmost priority!
Many times you wake up feeling as if you have been digging the whole night and the last thing you want is a little lacy inner that goes south when you sit down!
The last thing you want is standing up and you try to adjust your undies to your most preferred position!
I know so many women can identify with me.
They were simply my jackpot until one day, he discovered I had used all his boxers, the month was rainy and some were halfway dry.
I had to buy my grannies! Grannies that had cute pictures that kept reminding me of the little bundle of joy that we waited for for years.
Don’t I love my grandma wears!
No, the maternity pants were very uncomfortable for me so don’t even try telling me about them!
Now those grannies are what Johnny terms as “little foxes” that have to leave our marriage!
So we shopped for new lingerie. The little foxes were forcefully evicted. Maybe we will meet someday again.
For now, trying to adjust back to the little lacy wears! They are not as comfortable as my grannies nor his boxers! But marriage is like that!
Enjoy every season in marriage! Marriage has it’s seasons. Change is inevitable.
Pregnancy comes with its changes too! The thing is, be fluid!
I might steal one of his boxers. So incase you meet me in town in a dress that’s is bulging around my thighs, please understand me!
Pregnancy did a lot to things to me!