A few nights ago, my husband and I met downtown for happy hour. For some reason -- let's chalk it up to the Pregnancy Forgetsies -- I didn't have my wallet. I guess I'd taken it out of my purse for some reason and didn't put it back. The guy at the door asked for my ID and I scrambled around, feeling really embarrassed and hopeless.
Then I stuck out my giant tummy and said, "Well, I'm pregnant, it's not like I can drink anyway."
He waved me right in, no ID needed. Then I had a German non-alcoholic beer that tasted like ass.