It finally happened.....

I am not shy to give too much information.

And today is no exception.
 

I shall begin my story.......
 

The other day I was casually walking through the grocery store.
 

I felt a slight need to urinate, but I figured I could wait until I got home to use the restroom

I am a fool.

I was about halfway through my grocery trip, having aquired many necessary food items, but needing to acquire many more
 

I was chillin' in the meat section looking for some well-priced ground beef

And then it happened......
 

I sneezed.
And peed my pants.

In public.
Alone.
 

In your head, you imagine a slight trickle. A small leak, perhaps.

Nope. Gushing. Soaking my pants.

In public.

Perhaps it was pure inspiration when I got dressed in the morning, my bladder telling my brain that it has been sufficiently weakened by a crazy little boy in my uterus....

......because by some remarkable chance I was wearing a dress with black leggings underneath.
Which meant that nobody could see the....evidence.

But I could still feel it.
 

Halfway through my grocery trip, I can't just stop and go home and change my pants.

I must continue onward and complete my task

 Waddling around with urine soaked pants.

You would think at 6 months pregnant I wouldn't have this problem yet.

It's always talked about that ladies who are 3 days away from giving birth and about to pop are the ones that pee their pants from all the pressure.
 

Not me. I've been having small trickles since the 4th month.

I guess this can be attributed to the fact that my bladder has always been pretty weak and small to begin with.

 

 

But I should have known. I should have used better judgment. I was a fool.

 

 

I completed my task, went home, and changed my pants.
I have fortunately made a full recovery from this experience.

On a more appropriate note, look at this cool planter-thing that I covered in fabric!

And burned myself countless times with a hot glue gun!!