A Dear Kate is WAAAAY Better Than A Dear John

I like to think that I have A LOT in common with you. And by you, I mean my amazing audience of mommies, soon-to-be mommies and folks who accidentally wandered on to this site because you randomly Googled the word "panties."
(I'm not judging)
 

Fyi this is NOT me modeling Dear Kate's Starlet Collection, if it were the skin would be browner and thighs touching.

I like to think our commonalities include wanting to be amazing parents, being responsible citizens of the world and fashionable people...at least in our own circles or minds. I also hope a major quality we share is that we can all take a step back and have a good laugh...especially at some of the "not so funny" stuff that comes along with pregnancy and the aftermath.

This actually was me when Baby Bean was positioning herself on my bladder.

Like the fact that now when you sneeze, laugh or cough too hard there's a REALLY good chance you'll pee your pants a little. (Good times!) Those of you who've been following this blog for a while know that 'ish caught me completely off guard; but true to my promise of "keeping it real" I covered this topic way back in the early throws of my pregnancy. You can read all about it in an entry aptly titled Didja Pee a Little?

I lamented in that blog post that there was no solution to this embarrassing problem except to buy bulky products that make you feel weird and awkward- 'cause who doesn't like walking bow-legged because they've got what feels like a foam surf board in their drawers?  Someone must have read my mind!

Sanctuary!!!!  MADE IN AMERICA- Eat it China!

Because what I didn't know until now was that an incredible company named Dear Kate was the answer to all of our unfashionable, incontinent, uncomfortable underwear prayers. With one of the GREATEST aspects of this company being that they're made in the USA. (Hello!!! How awesome is that?!)

Well, I wish that I could say that those days of "baby bladder" are long gone. That now that I've had my baby, my body has gone right back to where it was pre-baby- as did my bodily functions and control. But let's have a moment of clarity here- even if you are Heidi-f'ing-Klum and you're on some lingerie runway 6 weeks after giving birth guess what you're still going to have issues.
 

You know behind that smile Heidi's thinking "Ugh, I wish I had some Dear Kate's on right now 'cause I'm about to sneeze!"

And let's be honest for those of us who are still trying to get that baby weight off that's the only solace we have is knowing that while Heidi's sitting in her cushy little chair on America's Got Talent laughing at something snarky Howie Mandel or Howard Stern said- she most likely just tinkled herself... and because she's NOT wearing her Dear Kate panties it's a hot mess.

As the proud owner of a pair of Dear Kate Starlet Hipster panties I can sing their praise from personal experience. However, I wouldn't recommend a non-stop cross-country trip bat-sh*t-crazy-stalker-astronaut style in them, but for everyday life, esp. when you want to feel good and sexy- these are the panties that are calling your name Girlfriend. (btw does anyone else remember that crazy story?!) 
 

Hello- who doesn't picnic in their panties?! If you don't already Dear Kate will give you the confidence to do so.

Because Dear Kate wants you to know the joy and relief their product can offer they are giving a $10 discount through the end of July 2013 on the Dear Kate panties with the discount code: "DOPClove"

*Full disclosure I was fortunate enough to receive a pair of Dear Kate Starlet Hipster panties to try out courtesy of Dear Kate. But all of the opinions and funny (I hope you thought so too) comments are mine.

The XXX Factor

And no, I'm not talking about the 30th Olympics. I'm talking about something that's probably happened to ALL of us at least once in our lives. But it happens A LOT more at night when you're deep in sleep and your pregnancy hormones take a hold.  Not that you really get THAT much sleep with you're this far along. Hello, it's hard to find a comfortable position, Baby is moving around like they're auditioning for the fetal version of America's Got Talent, and you get hot flashes like your middle-aged high school math teacher who's always sipping on her ice coffee that's WAY more ice than coffee.

I'll warn you now, if you’re a prude you may want to skip this blog entry. ‘Cause I’m going to air some truly dirty laundry. The good news is I know I’m not the only one, but I don’t know how many women will freely share about this. Since becoming pregnant I have been having some FREAKY dreams and I don’t mean I dream that I’m walking down the street and halfway down the road a talking unicorn shows up and offers me a lift to the Macy’s One Day sale. (Although that would be awesome.)

 I mean I’ve been having Rick James type of freaky, Too Short, Prince (before he was a Jehovah's Witness) type of freaky dreams. Where sometimes my husband is there, sometimes he’s not- sometimes there's another girl (I knowah!) but there’s ALWAYS a lack of clothes- usually mine and that someone else’s. I won't go into any more detail 'cause this is a "family friendly" blog. But feel free to use your imagination.  

I don’t know why I’m having these incredibly intense sexual dreams- is it the hormones? Is it my mind preparing me for the “little break” I’m going to have to take after birth- so it’s getting it all in now. I don’t know, but sometimes I wake up flushed. Sometimes I wake up a little embarrassed that I was SO uninhibited. But I always wake with a smile on my face!