last night, coming home from dinner in the city, i got on the path at 14th street. it was crowded, and there were no seats. i immediately beelined it to the back middle section of seats, thinking that maybe someone would get up. 30-something woman in the first seat looked at me and looked away. same with the woman next to her. middle-aged man next to them was doing a crossword puzzle and also avoiding my stare. I looked at him, rubbed my belly and sighed. The very next stop he looked up at me and asked if i wanted to sit down, which i did, gladly. Guilt really works.....
an aside - C picked me up at the train station. We made it to our garage before i began violently throwing up (thankfully I had a barf bag handy). just as i'm doubled over and heaving, out comes one of our neighbors. I glanced up, tears streaming down my face, and was like "don't mind the puking pregnant lady..." and then i resumed the position. I made it up stairs in time for round two - at which point i was heaving so hard i actually peed in my pants. So humiliated and dejected, i burst into tears. and then cleaned up the puddle of piss on the floor. good times...
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