Well, this past week I've had one random guy a day coming into my house and when they give you a 4 hour window--you can't be ready every minute.
Let's just say I haven't been a big fan of the bra lately. And the only big T-shirt that (mostly) covers my belly is pretty much sheer white. You get the idea. So, I've answered the door with that and a baggy pair of sweats twice. He tried really hard to not stare directly at my tits while talking to me, but he failed.
The other time I had just finished taking a belly shot and wasn't really thinking about the fact my big ole belly was poking right out at the guy. He seemed a little taken back, but I think when you enter NYer's apartments all day long--you pretty much see everything.
Prior to pregnancy I would've never answered the door like this. I would put on a bra upon hearing the door bell. I would've CARED.
I don't care anymore. It's my house. I just want to be comfortable. I guess it's all part of pregnancy.