Somehow as my belly has gotten bigger and rounder, I have slowly lost my ability to keep my preggo undies on. The curve of my belly actually seems to encourage them to slowly inch their way down.
Today I found myself crossing the baseball field at Elijah's school while pushing the double stroller when my preggo undies decided to rebel and start working their way down. I'm wearing one of my favorite maternity dresses and absolutely surrounded by other parents and little kids so there is no freaking way possible I can pull them back up to a more secure location.
I try to continue walking as if nothing is wrong..... but in the meantime I am clutching my thighs together with all my might to try to keep those undies from completely falling off but they are still sinking lower and lower down my thighs.
Things are getting dicey and I realize I need to act soon or else I'll be losing my undies in in the middle of the baseball field.
I ever so slyly throw Phoebe's toy over towards the baseball dugout so I would have a reason to take cover by the dugout and hopefully get a sliver of privacy. I duck into my little makeshift shield of half stroller- half dugout and yank those damn preggo panties back up where they belong.
I start patting myself on the back for a job well done........... until I look behind me and realize that my undie waddle/ adjustment had been quietly observed and laughed at by two Dad volunteers/p.e. teachers standing behind the equipment locker.
Seriously.... Kill me now.
