Archives of Embarrassing Pregnancy Moments

• Broken Nipples
• Worse than T.P. on the Shoe
• Stinky Burps
• Gushing Expenses
• Farting On the Mood
• A Noisy Sonogram
• Vomit Causes Traffic Jam
• Laughs and Leaks
• "Having Baby" Yoga Pose
• Too Much Water
• Let Down by Gas
• Liberated Breast
• Dog Loves Leaks
• Public Pregnancy Test
• Very Loud Vomiting
• A Singing Epidural
• Birthing a B.M.
• Mashed Potatoes- on the House
• A B.M. in Class
• Plumbing Problems
• Pregnancy Brain Fart
• Pregnant Klepto
• Bumbling Belly
• Fetus Flashing
• A Funny "Pop"
• Sneezing Requires Diapers
• Bowel-Bulging Belly
• A Tight Squeeze in the Dressing Room
• Glamour Girl
• Breastmilk Distance Squirt
• Vomiting in the Apple Basket
• Blame It on the Dog
• Disappearing Napkin Act
• Belly on Display
• Not So Smelly

• Laughing Fits
• Impolite Table Talk
• A Crying, Puking & Crying Sonogram
• Random Blindness
• Pregnancy-Aided War Strategy
• Hospital Gown Flashing
• Bloody Sock
• Runaway Uterus
• Jurassic Fart
• Laundry Basket Leucorrhoea
• Reverse Results
• Nauseatingly Long Line
• Staying-in Shoes
• Case of the Missing Cookies
• Bon Jovi's High Note Breaks Water
• I Don't Do HGC!
• Double Breasted
• This Seat Taken?
• Pain in the Ass
• Baby on the Brain
• A Shot to the Face
• A Bottomless Conversation
• A Flicker, Then A Fart
• Baby Basket Case
• Caught Tooting Two
• My Water Broke! Again?
• Pay To Puke?
• Nursing Nurse
• "No Puking" Spot
• In Law in the Way
• Boozin' & Burstin' Pregnant Woman?
• That's What They All Say
• Double Phew!
• May the Force be with My Husband

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Dog Loves Leaks
-Christina, Georgia

I'm 24 weeks pregnant and was sitting at my computer last night. My dog came over and gave her usual pleading look, so I let her sit on my lap. I gave her a pet and she started licking my shirt. It only took a moment to realize why: I had my first boob leak and she loved it. YUCK!! I guess I have to go get some of those breast pads now.

Artwork by Shirley Chiang

Public Pregnancy Test
-Amber, Idaho

My husband and I were going to a formal family Christmas party. These dinners always included an array of wonderful food and wine. We were trying to get pregnant, so I didn't want to drink wine if I was, in fact, pregnant.On the way to the party we stopped at a drug store and bought a pregnancy test so I could see if it was safe for me to drink wine with my dinner. After greeting everyone on our arrival, I headed to the bathroom and used the test. It was negative. My husband and I felt let down and slightly upset. We went and ate dinner, I had my wine and the evening went well. Towards the end of the night I went to use the restroom again and there next to the toilet sat my pregnancy test, the instructions and the foil wrapper. I forgot to throw it away! No one else there was trying to get pregnant or could have been concerned about being pregnant, so it was obvious the test was mine. I was mortified!Two weeks later we found out that we were, in fact, pregnant. We passed the news on to the family, and I'm sure they put two and two together. Oh well; I'm just happy to be pregnant!

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Very Loud Vomiting
-Rachelle, Indiana

At five months pregnant I was still throwing up daily. I never realized how LOUD my vomiting had become until my husband and I were flying home for Christmas. First, I threw up in the bathroom at the airport. I picked a stall as far from the door as possible. When I came out of the bathroom, people were staring! My husband and many strangers could hear my gagging all the way out in the terminal. Then I got on the plane. It was one of those small, 30-passenger planes. It was a 40-minute flight and I threw up for a good 20 minutes of it. Of course everyone on the plane heard everything! I tried my best, but I just could not control my puking noises. When I finally emerged from the tiny bathroom, my husband pretended not to know me! It was seriously the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.

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A Singing Epidural
-Laura, Illinois

With my first child I was in labor for almost two days. I was miserable. When my doctor finally decided I could have the epidural, I was extremely exhausted and had trouble paying attention. Then the anesthesiologist started doing his thing and I was suddenly surprised that it hurt so much. I let out a really loud and long scream that sounded more like very loud singing. The anesthesiologist said to my husband, "Oh, she's a singer, eh?" I quickly shut my mouth. I was SOOO embarrassed! I'm really not much of a singer.

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Birthing a B.M.
-Anonymous, Texas

For many days after my baby's birth, I could not have a bowel movement. I had some vaginal tearing and hemorrhoids, so you can imagine how sore I was. My midwife kept giving me laxatives, but to no avail. Finally, many days later, the time came for my first b.m. I was in tears with the pain and had to call my husband into the bathroom to hold my hand as I pooed. He obliged, stroked my head and told me it was all okay, much like he had done during the birth experience. Having the support of my husband through the MOST undignified time of my entire life was embarrassing, but he still thinks I'm sexy. If that's not love, then I don't know what is!

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Mashed Potatoes - on the House
-Anonymous, Tennessee

My husband, my in-laws and I went to dinner at a very trendy restaurant where my brother-in-law is the manager. The restaurant was packed and I was starving, as usual. While waiting for our dinner to arrive, I noticed a man standing next to me with a plate of food. I picked up my fork and took a bite of the mashed potatoes on the plate. He leaned over and said, "We have more of those in the kitchen." To my embarrassment, the food was not for me, but for the people at the next table! My husband and his brother apologized profusely and even sent a bottle of wine to the amused couple. The waiter then brought my dinner with an extra side of mashed potatoes…on the house.

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NOTE: Opinions and advice provided on this website are based on the personal experience of the author, Stacy Quarty. Ms. Quarty in no way claims to be a professional source of medical, psychological or statistical information.