Today I had some errands to run but was just not feeling it, so I crossed into "I'm preg and no longer care what people think of me" land. I left the house wearing my pajamas, snow boots, and a coat. No, there was not even a bra involved. I went to the grocery store, UPS, got gas, and stopped at the pharmacy. I have no shame. I took a picture so you can understand the situation better:
It was way worse than what that picture suggests. So I'm at the pharmacy, and the totally normal pharmacist (not some crazy checkout person) says to me, "I love your dress." I respond, totally confused, with, "Um, I'm sorry?" She repeats, "I love your dress, it's gorgeous." I am totally lost, say thank you, and she says, "Yeah, it's great." I have absolutely no idea.