False Alarm

I already wrote my somewhat angsty, confused thoughts about my 10 Year College Reunion. I wanted to share this anecdote but it didn’t fit with the tone of the rest of my post.

My feet were the size of waterlogged bath towels as we headed back to our beds. As I am walking, I feel something wet down the back of my legs.

Maybe it is air conditioning, I figure, and keep walking.

Again, drip drop…I look up. No A/C units. Maybe moisture from the trees?

Drip drop. Not under any trees this time.

Now I’m starting to panic. I’m 30 weeks along…I can’t have this baby yet! And I have no time for bed rest!!!

Maybe you’re sweating, suggests the husband.

No, I don’t sweat that much.

I take a few steps, splitter splatter.

Then I realize…my daughter had put her still open sippy cup of water in my bag. And the sippy was leaking…down the back of my leg.

So, I’m still pregnant…and everything is fine, as far as I know.

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2 comments

  1. yalechk says:

    Poor Candy! I would have been completely hysterical, but then again I keep thinking that you’re going into labor every time I see you.

  2. Mama Luxe says:

    Yes…you’re funny that way. And thank you for making me smile by commenting…you’re a good friend. But if you call me by that name again…well, what with the hormones and all I can’t be held responsible 😉