We were in the driveway when FedEx arrived with a case of diapers. As the driver got out and handed the package to me, my wife asks, "what did you order?" I said "supplies," but she asked again. More firmly, I said "SUPPLIES" and the lightbulb turned on. I told her the next time that happened, I was just gonna say "my diapers" right in front of the driver...she hasn't asked since!
Even though I am, at this point, comfortable with her seeing me in diapers, changing, getting ready for bed, etc., I still sometimes feel funny when she sees the large brown box sitting on the porch, so I can understand how you feel. Like Sarah said, your wife probably has her own products to use. Early on, when I just had the occasional dribble or leak, my wife suggested I should try some pads, so I went to the local superstore and bought some (before we knew anything about male guards, etc). While standing in the checkout line, the cashier asked if they were for my daughter. Without thinking, I said no, they were for me! Then I caught myself and said they were for my wife. She was surprised, and told me guys will buy pads for their daughters, but never for their wives!
_________________ "When you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness. So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
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