You find yourself ironing in your bra and underwear.
You underestimate just how much your expanding tummy now protrudes (and NOT because there’s a bun in the oven either).
Consequently, your middle section unknowingly gets a WEE BIT too close to the ironing board . . . and suddenly you have a burn mark from the iron right across your gut.
Now covered by a Go, Diego Go Band-aid.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?