But I got myself out of bed and out the door and walked in the frigid rain to the MAX, thinking I was doing great on time.....when the train started to arrive across the street before I was even close, so I decided to make a run for it. No biggie. I may look like a spastic maniac running while trying to close my umbrella and my purse is falling off my arm and my other bag of yarn is flailing, but that's okay. Midway I remembered that I am pregnant and nauseous and a little dizzy, but I still handled it and hopped on the train despite the guy blocking the door with his back to me who refused to move. I felt victorious.
Until I looked down and realized that while I was running this belly band designed not only to cover and smooth the fact that I'm wearing my regular jeans with the button undone but to help hold them up, had failed. My pants were well around (below) my hips, with the fly section sticking out all over, the belly band somewhere around my middle, and my glaringly white undergarments very exposed. In front and back. And seeing how I only look a little pregnant right now, people most likely just thought I was just crazy.
Which I am.