below the belt

I've had a few very good mail days lately:  craft books from Amazon, yarn from KnitPicks, a much-anticipated box of goodies from Purl...and a shipment of flag-sized underwear from Hanes.  To cover my flag-sized arse, that is.  My excellent husband has tried to tell me that it's my hips, not my butt, that's expanding, but I call this splitting hairs.

For those who are especially keen on the topic of pregnancy & undergarments, this is absolutely the last (and funniest) word on the subject.

To keep with the general tenor of this post, today my OB informed me that I would have to wear a surgical cap while giving birth because of something about hair interfering with the ventilation system in the operating room (and the hospital's policy is that multiples have to be born in the OR).  I laughed my (flag-sized) ass off and pointed out that, pardon me, some hair does tend to get exposed during childbirth.  She was not amused.  I, however, was.  I'm beginning to think that I should approach these logic-defying hospital policies as pure comedy, and then proceed to ignore them.