I don't really know which board to put this on, but oh my goodness, I need some sympathy - someone to laugh with. I just did something so very very stupid, I have to confess or I will obsess all day (at the very least).

To preface the story my DH is a 3rd year medical student and is currently doing his clinical rotations about an hour from where I live. I am 16 weeks today with our first.

I went up to stay with my DH two nights (he was on call this weekend so only had Sunday afternoon off but if it's quiet he gets to come back to the house and sleep). Well, his chief, is a big proponent of the medical centre in DH's hometown, and wants to help him go back there for residency. So we met him for tea on Sunday to discuss this. I made a couple of cakes, and he suggested we do this at his house so his wife can join in...that's fine, very nice. Then he says why don't you stay? "Our home is much better appointed than the student house, you'll be more comfortable." I'm thinking eeek, bit awkward as DH has to be at the hospital 7am, but whatever...it's for the future, just keep thinking of the letter of recommendation, turn up your accent and deal with it. So we did. And it was nice.

DH left this morning. I got up and had tea with his wife, we chatted for a couple of hours. Chief Dr came home for a nap - asked if I slept well, yes, wonderful, you will come again...all that stuff. I get in the car and hit the 295 and I nearly had a heart attack.

You see, last night, Chief Dr insisted on giving us both bathrobes so that we were comfortable. He made such a big deal of it that I felt like I had to use it (normally I'm a PJs/old t-shirt person). So I wore it to the bathroom this morning. Took a shower. Gathered up my stuff to walk back to the bedroom. Put the bathrobe back on. Shoved my underwear in the pocket so I could carry hairbrush, toothbrush etc (no washbag with me because I had just been planning to stay with DH where I just have stuff in the cupboard. And, yep, it's still there. I have left a pair of my undies in the bathrobe of the chief of medical education program at state general hospital. A Harvard educated cardiologist who has been extremely kind and supportive of both of us, and who has the potential to help get DH's career on track, has a pair of my (used - pregnancy used, only you ladies can imagine) undies in his bathrobe.

Arrrgh. Earth swallow me now.

I can't even rely on his nice (understanding) wife finding them because she's due to have hip surgery and so he is taking care of everything these days. My only hope is that we somehow get invited back really soon, get offered the same bathrobes, and that they're still there waiting to be retrieved? Oh my goodness. What an idiot! Stupid preggo brain.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I know there's nothing I can do about it now but jeesh. He actually seemed to genuinely like and respect me too - including me in the discussion and whatnot, inviting me to their journal club/dead poet's society (I'm a scientist). Now he's probably going to think I'm some weirdo with a crush on him leaving used undies for him to find.

(At least they weren't too ratty?!)