Long gone are the days of cute "t-backs" with stripes, hearts, days of the week, flowers or polka dots. Not hussy underpants, just cute ones. Side note-- I (pre-prego) wear t-backs because of the non-threat of wedgies; the wedgie is already taking place. Mission accomplished.
With my new collection of skivvies, I don't experience hurting red marks on my legs or Chris telling me to quit picking my "creepers."
On another note, I'm hoping my luck will start to change. As the birth of our son is kinda far away, but yet only a handful of months, my priorities have (obviously) changed. I'm thinking constantly about childcare and my career. While I love working and making money, I'm really reconsidering this whole travelling gig. The thought of being on the road with a newborn at home breaks my heart. I don't want to leave Chris with overnight responsibility single-handedly (while having to wake in the morning to go to work). I wish Kasia was like Nana from Peter Pan; a canine caretaker for humans.
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