UNBUTTONED

Yesterday, at the Flames hockey game, I had to unbutton my jeans. They have become too tight!! On one hand I am excited, perhaps this is the baby bump finally starting to show, however on the other hand, I am worried that it is just the cookie dough I can't stop eating!!! I know, I know, pregnant chicks shouldn't eat cookie dough, the raw eggs are dangerous for baby. My head knows it's wrong, but my fingers won't stop dropping balls of raw dough, speckled with chocolate chips into my mouth!!

Whatever the reason, yesterday was the first day I had to unbutton in public! Thankfully I was wearing a long shirt and thankfully, I only needed to be unbuttoned when I was sitting down. I tried to remember to rebutton when I stood up, especially when I saw people I knew, but I am sure I forgot a couple of times.

I unbuttoned as soon as we climbed what seemed like miles to the seats our free tickets provided for us and sat down. I was hoping that would help with the uncomfortable feelings I was having in my guts...it didn't. Before the National Anthem was even played, I had to excuse myself, and head back down the numerous stairs to the bathroom. I picked a stall in the middle of the long rows of stalls, sat down and let er blow!!! Wow, did I have gas...and that's not all!! I was greatful for the loud noise the sounds of the game and the fans made that echoed through the arena and the bathrooms. I sat there for a long time, greatful that there were plenty of stalls and not the pressure of someone waiting to use the one I was stinking up. I was also greatful for the screens that play advertising on the back of the door. I was actually quite entertained staring into the faces of smiling realtors and insurance adjusters while I did my "business." For a few uncomfortable minutes I thought I was going to have to text Marty and tell him to come down, we'd have to go home. I seriously did not think I was going to be able to sit through an entire game, feeling like I did. Eventually though, half way through the first period of the game, I was back in my seat, button undone, enjoying the red Twizzler the old lady next to us insisted I have.

Today, I went to work with the button of my capris undone and stood in the staffroom listening to everyone tell me how I didn't even look pregnant yet and when would I start to "show?" If they only knew....