After my first baby, I wore a nice crisp blue blouse which I thought was great until colleague turned to me and said "you're leaking" and then a crisp blue blouse that didn't look good with nipple pads (you could see the shape of the breast pads underneath so I didn't wear them) CLEARLY showed when it was wet and I was horrified. I had to wait in the bathroom until it dried (30 minutes?).

I got a call at work from my Nanny: I had forgotten my 3 year old daughter's first year "show" at her preschool. (I forgot to put it in my bberry). After my daughter's performance she went through all the pews looking for me and cried and cried. When I got home I sat her down to say how sorry I was, she said to me "mummy, you broke my heart".

I was on a conference call with the heads of marketing for 3 major retailers and my son shouted in the background "mommy farted."  I dare anyone to try to top that.

While on a conference call, working from home, I put soup on for my sick daughter, forget about it and then the smoke alarm goes off - I couldn't hit mute fast enough.

My boss walked in on me while I was pumping... who was more embaressed???

I was at an important breakfast meeting at an investment bank, and someone set out fruit salad. Since the Wiggles were on 24/7 at my house at the time, I involuntarily started chanting "Yummy Yummy" loudly and then realized everyone was looking at me like I was a moron. I'm pretty sure none of them had kids.

My worst working mom moment was when my son fell off the play structure at his school and I was in Texas for a conference with my cellphone off. I didn't find out about the accident or resulting trip to the hospital until 6 hours after he fell.

So I didn't have a sitter that day and the CFO asked for a presentation-- I brought my 3 year old with me, got there early, put him under the conference table with a bag a lolly pops and some legos,and started my powerpoint presentation. It wasn't until 30 mins into the presentation that anyone knew that Ethan was there.

I did a day trip to LA and was hoping to be an LA babe and rent a convertible. Instead, I got stuck in a long line at the car rental place, all they had was a minivan, and I ran out of time to pump. So I had to pump in the van heading up La Cienega, and I pulled up to the valet parking at Spago with breast milk in the minivan cup holders.

I know I am probably not the only one that has had the mortifying experience of having a male boss walk in when she is pumping -- but it happened to me 3 times. Same boss. I even had a sign up on the door. I truly can't imagine that he was peeking on purpose, but I guess you never know.