This morning, I peed.
Okay, that’s not the riveting part. Hold on.
Well, okay, part of it was riveting, because it was a really good pee. Not one of those little pregnancy trickles that make you wonder why you felt you were going to wet yourself seconds earlier. A good, substantial pee.
I took care of the business associated with peeing (I know you’re dying to hear this), and stood up to flush.
I felt a gush of cold, wet liquid running down my leg.
Naturally, I freaked my shit out. “Oh, no,” was actually my response. Clearly, my water had broken. But I have such a busy day at work today.. how much work could I get in before I have to be admitted? Could I possibly hold out till 2 this afternoon? When would the pain hit? What if..
.. then for a second, I wondered, “Hm, I never thought it would be cold.”
Sure enough, the toilet paper had gotten stuck when I wiped, and come with me when I stood up.
False alarm #1.