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.