Awkward, Uncomfortable, Embarrassing

I was 7-8 months pregnant with Clarence and driving to college a couple days a week.  It was my last semester of driving down for class.  My class started at 9 this semester, I think.  That meant I had to be up by 6:45 a.m. and on the road by 7:15.  Not really a big deal.  However, I usually slept as long as I could and then I'd make breakfast to eat in the car to help occupy my time on my hour and a half drive.  I always had juice and toast...it's my signature breakfast...although I like to drink coffee instead of juice now. 

Throughout my whole first pregnancy, I would randomly get sick and gag a lot or throw up.  I don't know if it was from my prenatal vitamins or the time of day or what...I'd just get sick (usually while driving) and have to stop quickly to puke. 

On this particular day, I was in the big city (GF), about three blocks from the school and my class was going to start in 10 minutes or less.  I was going around a curve on a back road. I had a feeling that I needed to pull over.  I was going around a bridge that I couldn't stop on, so I hurried up to try and get past it. 

Not a good idea.

As I pulled into a crossing right after that curvy bridge, I puked all over myself.  Seriously, all over myself.  It was absolutely disgusting.  Gross.  Nasty. Foul. Repulsive.  I just sat there in my little Buick Riviera...what to do?

I called my mom.  Mom's always know what to do in a situation like this.

"you call one of your friends and borrow some clothes?"

(No, mom, I'm 7+ months pregnant and none of my friends are.)

"Can you run in the mall/Target and buy something?"

(No, mom, I'm a mess.....I seriously have puke all over my shirt and part of my pants! There's no way I'm going in any store!)

"I don't know...it'd be a shame to drive all the way down and then just drive home because of that."

I totally agreed with that statement.  What a waste of a trip.  But, there was no way I was going in any store, or calling one of my much smaller, skinnier, non-pregnant friends to borrow some clothes.  So, three blocks from school, as my class was starting, I turned my car around and drove home, puke-covered shirt and all.

After that, my mom found a puke bag that I could keep in my car for emergencies.  Know what? It didn't happen again! Just my luck! :)