Trauma at the mall

Today I went to the mall and had to unbutton my pants because they were so tight.
When I had number 1 I thought I'm going to gain 25 pounds max, but really I was aiming for 20 as I was a little bit chubby. When I got to 40 I started turning around on the scale when I went to the doctor and asked the nurse to never tell me the number. This way I could breezily reply "Oh I don't know" when people asked me how much I gained. Important to note, don't ask people that! After he was born I took up running and it came off, painfully, 600k and 10 months later. For the second I thought no way I'm doing that again. When I got to 40 (at week 30ish) I again turned around. While standing backwards on the scale at week 36 I heard the little weight slide all the way over, get rejected, slide all the way back, and then heard the sad clunk as the BIG weight moved (the one that moves in like 20 pound increments) I then tried to convince the nurse that the doctor didn't need me to be weighed any longer, she didn't bite. Sadly curiosity took over and I do have a scale at home. I wanted to know how much I'd lose after "The Big Show". I unfortunately can now tell people the answer (seriously, why would you ask someone that?). Anyway after "The Big Show" I lost 10! A big freaking 10! Number 2 (or piggy as I like to call him) weighed 8 so that means I lost a whole 2 pounds. Which leads me to today. I put on pants without elastic in them ( perhaps important to note that these are not my pants, they are in fact my husbands pants) and I then had to proceeded to unbutton them halfway through the mall. Awesome!