We are THAT family, too!

Kristen, at the blog We are THAT family, is hosting a THAT family carnival in celebration of her blog's anniversary. She has asked her readers to link up a (true) story to help her realize that her family is not the only one of THOSE families out there. I thought I would tell the tale of my most embarrassing mortifying moment. If it boosts your ego at the expense of mine, then it's worth it. Just this once.

I looked like I had shoved a watermelon under my shirt. I wished it was only a watermelon, because watermelons are not as heavy as the 100 some-odd pounds you put on when you're pregnant. They also don't kick you in the bladder or give you stretch marks, like the watermelon baby in my belly was doing.

David was 3 at the time. I picked him up from the daycare and stopped by the grocery store on the way home. I needed a few things for dinner. Since I only needed a few things I didn't want to wrestle with a 3 year old and a shopping cart. I grabbed a hand held basket and went on my merry way. Mistake #1.

You see, maternity clothes have come a looong way in terms of fashion. They now make maternity clothes that look like (gasp!) what normal people wear. Not that pregnant women aren't normal. You know what I mean. Anyway. I had a pair of pants on with a waistband designed to be worn under the belly. The problem with this style is that when your baby becomes approximately the size of a (small) watermelon, you don't have any hips left. That means that anything under the belly will fall down. These pants had the terrible habit of falling down, but that's what I had so that's what I wore. Mistake #2.

Back to the grocery store. I got the few things I needed for dinner when I got a sudden urge craving for ice cream. Bluebell ice cream. I decided to give in, because, well, that's what pregnant gals do. Mistake #3. While headed to the ice cream aisle, David decided that he didn't want to walk anymore. He wanted me to carry him. I managed to get him to the ice cream, but once there, he had had enough. He demanded that I carry him. I had a basket full of food in one hand, a carton of ice cream in the other, a bulging belly, and a screaming 3 year old pulling on my pants leg.

Did I mention that my pants had issues with staying up? Because that's quite important to know.

I tried to sweet talk David into walking. I knew I couldn't carry him because of the watermelon - sized stomach and the fact that my hands were full of ice cream and dinner. He decided that his needs were more important than my own, so he kept pulling on my leg.

I felt my waistband slipping. David didn't let go. I felt it slip more. Then, I started to feel a breeze and realized that my undies were being pulled down by my pants. At the last possible second, I dropped the food.

Not, I put the food down gently. No, I dropped it. Let go and let it fall.

Somehow, miraculously, I grabbed my pants as they were starting their free-fall. If I had waited any longer to drop the food, my pants and undies would have been at my ankles. They were already showing off some not-so-pretty skin; I was quite glad that nothing major was revealed.

That's when I looked up and saw a lady watching me. With a look of curiosity (how will she handle this?), a look of horror (the poor thing!), and a look of relief (I'm so glad I'm not her!). She had seen it all. I didn't know what to do. So I smiled at her, hitched up my pants once again, grabbed my food, and walked off as if nothing had happened.

I wish I could have had some witty remark, but 5 years later, I still can't think of anything I could have said.

So there you go. We are THAT family, too!