Wow. I have now plunged to a personal nadir of pregnancy-related humilation.
I have a bad cough. And I have pregnancy-related incontinence (and please spare us all the bloodbath that would ensue by NOT saying "Have you tried kegels?" Wouldn't help.). So I am sitting at my desk, in the open newsroom, when a coughing spasm comes over me and to my horror, the pad I am wearing becomes...overwhelmed.
I waddle to the public ladies' room and attempt to rinse out the crotch and ass of my white trousers -- did I mention they are, of course, white? -- and give up on my underwear as a bad job. Buck naked below the waist, enormously pregnant, in the office public ladies' room.
A co-worker comes in, luckily someone I know, and alas for her, she probably catches a glimpse of my bare naked ass as I am sprinting for a stall. She kindly offers help, but alas, does not have a spare set of maternity pants at her desk. I flap the wet pants around in the stall, hoping they will dry. They do not. Nor does the bathroom have a handy hot air-dryer.
I then realize that I will have to go commando and THEY ARE WHITE PANTS. I will be giving my office and the tour groups that pass through a wet T-shirt contest view of my nethers.
Ingeniously, I line the area with white paper towels, and waddle back to my desk hoping the cold clammy pants contraption will dry. It does not, particularly.
I conclude this tale of woe with the good news that a Daffy's is nearby and while they have no maternity sizes, they do have a few size 20W pants that will suffice. They even let me wear my new underwear into the dressing room before paying for them.
I am no longer worried about my water breaking at the office. At this point, I could give birth on the conference room table without shame.
This must have been awful! I feel SO bad for you.
I thought of the hot-air drier about a nanosec before you mentioned it.These days it's hard to find a rest-room without one.