I’m embarrassed to admit that last night I mistook peeing for my water breaking. At around 11:00 PM I finished my raspberry leaf tea, peed, and then headed to the bedroom to lie down. About five minutes later, I had to pee again. I got up, peed, and then went back to bed. About 15 minutes later, I had to pee again. I peed, and then went back to bed. At around 11:30, something weird started to take place in my lower abdomen. It felt like the baby was using my cervix as a punching bag. Every time he punched it, a jolt of pain would shoot down my legs and then the Braxton Hicks would start up. And then I felt a bubbling sensation right where his head is.
And then suddenly I had to pee so badly; I thought it might come out all over our bed. I waddled to the bathroom.
Having peed not 15 minutes earlier, I was shocked at how much urine came out. I haven’t seen that much pee since I drank too much beer at the England vs. Germany game during the World Cup and held it until halftime. It just came pouring out. It was entirely clear and odorless.
To make a long story short, I called the doctor at 12:30 AM and asked her if my water broke. It did not. I was being overly cautious. (Not cautious enough to visit the hospital, however.)
I have to admit to something. Lately I feel like I’m walking around on an area known to be filled with landmines and that at any given moment one of the landmines will go off. KABOOM!!!!! Only I won’t die at the end of it. Instead I get a miniature poop machine that looks just like Tobyjoe. It’s both exciting and scary as hell.