This story just couldn’t wait.  Yes, it’s in my pregnancy journal, but I wanted to share this hilariously embarrassing story with you a bit early and give many of the details that I left out in my journal entry.

This past Saturday Derek and I went to eat with our friends Ryan and Sarah.  It had been raining all evening, and by the time we left for the evening the rain was in full torrential downpour mode.  I was in the driver’s seat as we pulled out of the parking lot.  My throat was a bit dry and I began to cough.  For whatever reason, coughing often times triggers my gag reflex that makes me barf.  And that is exactly what it did this evening.  I relived my salmon I ate for dinner.  Yum!  Yep, I threw up in my mouth while driving in the busy mall parking lot, at night, in the pouring rain.  Yea!!!

I turned into the parking lot of a Logan’s Steakhouse so I could get rid of the barf.  (out of the door of course)  The parking lot was packed.  Derek kept telling me there was a cop right in front of us.  (he thought the cop was going to think that I was drinking and driving…I really didn’t care at that point)  So I stopped in the middle of the parking lot and threw open my door and let it rip.  Of course, it was pouring down rain still so my hair kept trying to get all in my face.  I screamed at Derek WHAT DO I DO?!?  He told me to pull into a parking spot and put the car in park.  So I did.  The entire time I am just praying that I don’t run into someone, because as you all know I tend to cry like a baby when I barf, and tonight was no exception.

So then my wonderful husband ran into Logan’s and told the lady @ the front door MY WIFE IS PREGNANT AND SHE JUST THREW UP IN OUR CAR.  CAN I HAVE SOME NAPKINS?  Derek said the lady said OF COURSE and ran like her life depended on it to get him the biggest stack of napkins he’d ever seen.  He shoved the mammoth stack of industrial sized napkins in his jacket and brought them back to the car.  When he got back to the car I was balling, and I told him that for some reason I was peeing.  Yes, that’s right.  I said I stared to pee on myself.  I guess it is a pregnant thing or a barfing thing.  I don’t know, but I am not usually one to just pee in my pants.  But it was something that just happened as I was throwing up.  I threw up two more times with my head getting soaked and me crying like a baby out the driver side door.  The entire time I’m freakin’.  Screaming WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?  I KEEP PEEING!  WHY DID I PEE IN MY PANTS?  At this point Derek had to get stern with me.  He demanded I lift my butt up so he could slide some napkins under me.  Then he told me to stop crying and calm down so he could tell me what I needed to do next.  Derek ended up driving us home that night.  I was in the passenger seat with more napkins shoved under my wet pants and the bag that my leftovers were in held up to my face. (don’t worry we took the food out)  We then proceeded to drive home while I continuously told Derek I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY.  I rode the entire ride home without ever swallowing, because I new that tasting whatever was left in my mouth would start the cycle all  over.  I knew this whole ordeal would be hilarious the next day, but boy oh boy did it suck at that moment.

Derek is my own personal angel.  He drove all the way home while having a crying, barf smelling wife, and the whole time he had to pee.  Please tell me I’m not the only pregnant woman that has peed in her pants.  Am I going to need diapers for myself soon?  

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