I have officially lost my dignity.
Bring on the indignity of labor and delivery because my pregnancy embarrassment has already begun. Today over at our friends’ house, when I bent down to pick up their toddler, I ripped the ass out of my pants. Of course this happened before Robin and Sandy walked out the door to leave us for babysitting, so it was right in front of Sandy. I don’t think (I hope) that he actually saw my underwear at least. I heard the rip when I bent over and then stood and turned so that my rear was facing away from everyone. They went on their merry way while we stayed to babysit, and I raided Robin’s clothes to find some pants. I did find a pair that she wore when she was pregnant, but they were not very flattering on me and I felt highly unattractive for the rest of our stay there. I do have to admit that it could have been much worse and happened in the middle of the grocery store or something, but splitting your pants in front of your husband and male friend is pretty humiliating.
