Mommy Diaries: Homestretch of pregnancy - embarrassing situations and joy of watching son grow

I sat myself down, placed my handbag by my side on the floor, took out a paper and relaxed into some me time.  (Colum was in day care).

The store was small, the heat was high and very few customers came through the doors while I began reading my paper.  The phone fixer guy was in the back working his magic.  It was a few moments of quiet time that I wasn’t used to.

The last thing I remember was seeing 10:15 a.m. on the clock above the counter.  I nodded off, and 35 minutes later I was awoken abruptly by a man’s laugh.

I quickly took stock of myself. The ladylike sitting position I was in had become one that resembled a drunk passed out in a bar at 4 a.m.

I was nearly off the chair, my legs were sprawled out in front of me, my head was resting on my left shoulder (having knocked about a dozen phone covers from a shelf) and I had drool coming out the left side of my mouth. The paper I had been reading was on the ground, my bag, thank God, was still by my side, and I was mortified.

There were two rather large gentlemen in the store browsing for phones. There was a pretty red head behind the counter teaching the store assistant how to upgrade something in their system, and then there was sleeping beauty herself, except I was far from a beauty.

I was so embarrassed at falling asleep, and I mean asleep, for over half an hour (the clock read 10:50 a.m. when I woke) that I couldn’t bring myself to even explain my lack of respect.

I just got up, asked the sales assistant was my phone ready. He said yes. I paid the money owed and waddled out of there as quick as I could, still wiping the drool from my face.  Could it get any more embarrassing?

And the week pretty much continued in that fashion. Colum was messing with my phone and dialed an ex-boyfriend of mine one morning. All I could hear was “Hello, Hello” on the other end.

Instantly recognizing the voice, I immediately grabbed the phone from him and hung up.

I wore a tight-fighting shirt to the supermarket only to have the two buttons on the top pop open in public, reveling a not-so-sexy bra. Shall I go on? My husband cringes at these stories.

Anyway during all these mini-breakdowns, I learned that our second baby is weighing in normal and shouldn’t be too big.  His/her heart rate is good and all looks well.

As long as things are healthy with our children all will be well with the world. The odd embarrassing moment is okay.

ON the home front I’ve given my mother a list of things to do for us, one being a shopping list of items I want her to price check.

My mother runs two grocery stores and tells me the price of items has come down somewhat in Ireland.  She will now spend the next week comparing prices for Pampers, tin foil and washing powder between Ireland and the U.S.

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