How Embarrassing!

A recent posting over at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman requested we share our most embarrassing moments so she didn't feel alone. I got several new viewers out of posting mine in a comment, so I thought it worth posting HERE as well. But the rule is, if you take the time to read about mine, you must must MUST be prepared to share YOURS as well. It's only fair, right?

here goes:

When Emily had just BARELY turned two, she and I were at one of my OBGYN appointments. They were running extremely behind schedule and the snacks and toys and books I'd brought along to entertain Emily had long since lost their appeal and she was slowly but surely turning into a MONSTER. This was like a week or two before Jared was born, so I was HEAVILY pregnant. They sent me back to leave a urine sample, and while we were in the bathroom, Emily was doing her best to make a royal pest out of herself. Trying to unroll the toilet paper, trying to dig through the garbage, messing around with the stack of little cups they had sitting on the counter (for said urine samples), rifling around through the basket of feminine pads they had set out for "your convenience", etc etc etc. I was batting her hands away as best I could, all the while giving a urine sample. Just as I was finishing up, she made one last mad dash for the garbage, so I hauled up my elastic-waisted maternity pants as fast as possible, flushed the toilet in the same motion, then washed my hands and hauled the screaming child out of the bathroom (she was VERY upset I was foiling her plans of destruction and exploration). I had to go back out in the waiting room to continue waiting for a room to open up for us, and I had to walk alllllll the way to the back of the room to get an empty seat. I collapsed into the seat and heard a weird crinkling sound and stood back up expecting to see a magazine or something. Nothing there. Little feelings of dread began oozing into me at that point and I reached behind me, desperately hoping I was wrong. But alas, I was right, and there, hanging out of my elastic-waisted maternity pants, was the toilet seat cover, which in my rush to pull my pants up, I had grabbed up as well. And the whole room FULL of people had seen my walk by. And several people were giggling and pointing. I grabbed it out, stuffed it into the diaper bag, forced Emily onto my lap and opened up one of the books we'd brought and desperately hid behind it until they called me back for my actual appointment. I can laugh about it NOW, but at the time, it was all I could do not to cry from being so embarrassed!!!!