My Poor Coworkers

This early pregnancy gas is getting out of control. I just dropped the smelliest fart of my life while talking to two coworkers. I might have had some plausible deniability if I hadn't immediately ran away in mid conversation. Like John Wilkes Booth leaving Ford's Theatre.
I'm used to having a little warning sign before one slips out. Not any more. And it's not like I can tell anyone "Oh, I'm just blowing up the office because I'm pregnant." Ugh. This is brutal. Anyone else? Can we commiserate on this?