So last week, I had two near-fall incidents.
One on my way to the garage.
(It was raining. And 6am. Excusable.)
And two, the far more embarrassing incident...
I was running late, so I was racing into Dunkin' Donuts to get a free coffee
when I slipped and did a lunging half-splits right outside their door...
in front of many business-clad men and women.
Nothing like the sight of a pregnant lady busting her shit as she's running into a donut shop.
A freaking donut shop!
Woof. I don't even like donuts.
But I'm sure it looked like I just had to have one.
But I'm sure it looked like I just had to have one.
Mortified.
Alas, my current flats (that I am essentially wearing everyday with the same pair of black maternity dress pants) are clearly not working for my safety.
And yes, I said MATERNITY pants. Super gross.
And yes, I said MATERNITY pants. Super gross.
I don't think Ms. Tory Burch would let me down, do you?
I still have a birthday gift card from Nordstrom's burning a whole in my wallet
and I am thinking of checking out the following pairs:
Do you own any Tory?
If so, are they pregnant-lady friendly?
Because I'm sure I'm also about to get some pedal edema in the very near future.
Because I'm sure I'm also about to get some pedal edema in the very near future.
;)
~Images via Neiman Marcus~
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