It started about a month ago. I was sitting cross-legged on a chair, when my brother, sitting across from me, with a little smirk said, “Um, you need to pull down your shirt.”
“What? I don’t see anything.” But a quick feel revealed, sure enough, an inch of my belly was revealed, I just couldn’t see it.
Then there was last week when I was organizing the baby clothes my two sisters-in-law had generously given me.
No matter my attempts, I couldn’t keep myself decent.
The same thing happens anytime, I bend over, lean over, kneel down, or just stand still.
Sorry, if I’ve scandalized you. I’m having issues.