There I was 39 weeks pregnant, enormously pregnant, I might add. I was at a local Chuck E. Cheese restaurant celebrating my eldest son's 5th birthday. Everyone had a fabulous time! Until...

For the third time in two hours, I had to go to the restroom. As I hurried away, waddling as fast as I possibly could, as I didn't want to miss a moment, I entered the bathroom. I used the facilities and washed my hands, and was about to open the door.

That's when it happened; a very attractive gentleman opened the door. We looked at each other in shock! Then we both looked at the sign on the door. It said "MEN."

I gasped! He smiled. I looked away, and that was when I noticed the urinal in the corner. I got as close to the attractive man as my very large belly would allow and whispered in his ear, "Please don't tell a soul." He smiled again and nodded.

The rest of the party went very well. Every time I saw that particular gentleman, he smiled. I am sure he told his wife. It was VERY funny.

I told my husband late that night, and he in turn told everyone we knew. Everyone found it very amusing.

I saw the man once after the "incident." It was at my son's 6th birthday. We were at the same restaurant. We talked for a moment, and he congratulated me on the birth of my second child, who was just 10 days shy of his first birthday. I have never seen the man again.

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