This morning I stopped at the bagel store and got a bagel and some nice warm decaf coffee to enjoy on my way into the office. Life was good. I arrived at the office, finished the coffee and got up to make my first, of what I am sure will be several, trips to the ladies room.
While walking I look down and notice a wet spot on my chest. It is definitely too early for lactation and the spot was closer to my collar than my girls. And the spot was a light brown and smelled vaguely of vanilla hazelnut decaf coffee.
By the time I got to the bathroom I realized that this was not a single spot, but rather there is a chain of spots - starting at the top and trailing down to the middle of my large and in charge belly. Lovely.
I can clearly visualize my Tide-to-Go stick...it is sitting in a basket on my dresser from the last time I changed pocketbooks. Clearly not doing me any good. And water? Well, I tried that...and 20 minutes later it finally dried and left the coffee splotches behind.
And, even though I have a couple of extra cardigans stashed in various file cabinets in my office, none of them are maternity. It is not like I can just throw on any old thing. It is 8:20 and I have already resigned myself to looking like a slob for the rest of the day. Woo-hoo.
6 comments:
Awwwww, it's such a yucky feeling to be sloppy while pregnant!
Well, misery loves company. I'm sitting in my fresh-from-the-cleaners suit that I dropped some salad (coated in balsamic vinegar) ALL over while eating it at my desk.
And I'm NOT pregnant -- so, just sloppy, for me!
Ahh the coffee stains - just wait until it is coffee stains, boobs leaking and spit on your shoulder!!
You forgot to mention that your underwear was also on inside-out. Or was that yesterday?
Allrighty then - I'm officially traumatized for life. Don't know what scarred me more, yesterday's convo about pregnancy hemorrhoids or the thought of you with your panties inside out... tmi, tmi, lmao
FOR THE RECORD - the hemorroid convo to which Kiki refers has NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. And yes, yesterday it took me four trips to the ladies room to realize my underwear were inside out. Thank you, Wenderina and Kiki, for traumatizing my dad.
Well, it sounds like you're sort of smiling with this post, so atleast you still have your sense of humor.
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