My Pregnancy Hall of Shame
Filed in archive Pregnancy by Melissa Petri on June 27, 2006

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The above explanation, however, does not make me feel any better about the odds of passing gas in public places. Sometimes, I just can't tell when it will happen. There is no sign. By the time I realized it, everyone else already did! Like last weekend at the mall... It had to happen just as we were passing a long line of people waiting for their turn to pay at the counter. Self-preservation made me immediately turn to my 3 year old son as if to admonish him for daring to fart in public. I guess, I was so good at it that even my husband believed it. Poor child.
Anyway, I am being careful with where I go now. If my son is not near me, I prefer to walk where there will be a big space between me and the next person, where escape is easy.
What about you? What is in your pregnancy hall of shame?
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