Hon, did we get new fitted sheets?

One of my pregnant colleagues, of which there are many at Harlequin, is due a few weeks before me. AP swings by my office every few days to enlighten me on new frontiers in pregnancy. Today's topic: maternity underwear.

When I shopped for maternity clothes a few weeks back, the sales clerk asked if I needed any maternity thongs. "As in sandals?", I thought. "Oh, you mean thooooongs. Right, um, let's stick with the empire-waisted tunics for now, 'K?", I said with a strained smile.

I should have known that this topic would resurface at some point. And today it was AP who brought it all to the fore. Below belly, above belly...so many options, but none of them attractive. And here I thought my Victoria's Secret cotton briefs would do the trick. They'd get stretched to hell and then I would just buy new ones. All would be fine.

AP advised me to seek out the above belly briefs - think elastic waist at one's sterum. Her husband refers to these articles as "Passion Killers". While folding the delicates on a recent laundry day, he asked, "Hon, did we get new fitted sheets?"

For now, I'll revert back to a state of denial. There are some things that should only be understood once there is no choice but to dive into the giant swathes of stretchy fabric.