Completely Mortified

Last night my sister and brother-in-law came over. They were invited to a cocktail party with my brother-in-law's company in S.F., so they went shopping for a new dress for my sister. Being that indecisiveness runs in the family, she buys four dresses and brings them over to our house for my opinion. Of course she should know that I am the worst decision maker, and three out of the four were my "favorites." Couldn't pick just one. I thought it would be a great idea to take pictures of her in each dress and it would help us decide, plus she could email them to my parents and her co-workers for their opinions. Once we were done taking pictures, I grabbed my laptop and memory card out of the camera and went into the back room where Jason and my brother-in-law were sitting at the bar drinking beer. We all gathered around and I put the memory card into the computer and clicked through all the options to open up the folder that held the most recent pictures. Low and behold, up pops a bunch of pictures of my boobs! Yes, you read that right, my boobs! It was like a bad dream. All my brother-in-law could do was go, "uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and my sister and I started busting up in a laugh so hard that no noise was coming out. I immediately tried to scroll down to the dress pictures that I was expecting to show up on the screen, but somehow, the mouse moved and the boob pictures were smack-dab right in our faces once again. So you are probably thinking, "wow, Natalie, what kind of girl are you?" No, no, no, these were not porn pictures, but were taken, by myself, as evidence. You see, I was having problems with uncomfortableness while pumping, and if you're a mom, you'll know that everyone says "pumping shouldn't hurt." Well I was so discouraged (because it was hurting me!) that I figured that I'd take pictures of the "girls" so I could bring them to the lactation consultant and show her before and after pictures, and for her advice on what I may be doing wrong. Well I was soooooo embarrassed that I took these pictures of myself that I didn't even bring them to the consultant...someone who sees these things all day long. I never downloaded them onto my computer, and obviously forgot to erase them from the camera. Soooo, wa-lah -what a way to end the night.