on the last of the postpartum panties

The day I got home from the hospital I requested several pairs of "huge panties I can wreck." At less than a buck a pair and two sizes larger than I usually wear, I was impressed with what I was provided. Thanks, Andean Earth Mother.

But. We're out a handful of months now. And I'm down to the last pair. Nude, size 86. I'm embarrassed by them, but they're just so dang comfortable.

I see myself in them, and become all bashful. Then I realize my panties are as big as a parachute that drops tanks out of C-130s.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand ... scene!

Goodbye last pair of postpartum wreckable panties.