panty watch.

seems like my whole life since the time i was 12 has revolved around the state of my underwear.

you spend all this time waiting to get your first period. and then it's here and you become obsessed with making sure you don't spot through your clothes at school. nothing is more terrible.

then you have the years where you are not ready to have a baby so you're constantly checking to make sure that you've started your period.

and then you make the jump to being ready to start a family and spend the next few years crying every time you start your period.

then you get pregnant and pray each day that you will not start spotting. "please don't let there be any blood" every time you go to the bathroom.

and now i'm at the point in my pregnancy where i'm hoping to see blood again. "please let there be some sign that this is coming to an end. bloody show - where are you?!"

but it's not just my panties i'm watching these days. mia's joining the panty watch party next week with full blown potty training. that's right. no more pull ups - panties only.

it's all panties, all the time around here, i tell ya.