Embarrassing moments

On Friday, I went out to lunch with a friend/coworker and when we got back, I of course had to use the facilities. Upon drying my hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I noticed a small stain on my shirt. Oh, that’s not a stain, it’s wet. There was a wet spot on my shirt. A wet spot right where my left nipple likes to sit. I guess this is where v-necks come in handy because it made it easy to check. Did it really – yep that’s where I thought that pesky wet spot came from.

I went over to my friend’s cube to tell her. “Oh, I thought you just spilled something.” she said innocently. She’s really good at the innocent part.

“What?!? You knew and didn’t say anything?” People dribble down the center of their shirts. They don’t dribble directly onto the end of a nipple – that takes aim.

I went back to my cube and put on a fleece even though I was hot. Zipped it all the way up just to make sure nothing popped out to say hello.

I had actually leaked a bit from the same side a couple days prior in the safety of my own home, but I wrote that off because I had been laying on my side in such a way I thought I had squeezed it out.

Now like a thirteen year old I stuff my bra before heading out into public. And every time I go to the bathroom, I check the lines of my nursing pads to make sure no one can tell they’re there, which adds another flashback to being thirteen or fourteen all over again with the beginning of menstrual cycles. I think those of you who wore or still wear “feminine napkins” can relate to spinning around in the bathroom stalls at school trying to make sure that absolutely no one can tell you’re wearing a king sized mattress between your legs. You scoot it to the front, feel for lines. Scoot it to the back, spin around. Feel for lines in the back, spin around again. Hike you pants up high, pinch with your legs, let your pants go to their natural position, and spin around to check one last time. If you’re a guy reading this – THAT is what takes girls so long in the bathroom.