I thought my water broke yesterday.
Not all the way. Just a little sploosh.
Before I get into this story I think it's best for everyone's nerves if I ruin the ending a bit and tell you now, it was a false alarm. VERY false alarm. But I think the story is still worth telling....
So around 7pm last night I decided that the only thing I could possibly eat for dinner was a vegetarian stir-fry. Absolutely nothing else would do. But of course I didn't have anything in the house to make a vegetarian stir-fry...don't ask me how it's possible that I didn't have rice or vegetables in the house but anyway, I didn't. Yes I have one full cupboard devoted entirely to potato chips but no I do not have even one carrot or a grain of rice. Don't judge me.
So off I go to the supermarket.
As I'm standing in front of the baskets of produce trying to decide what I need, suddenly I feel something wet splash the inside of my left leg, just above me knee.
I completely froze.
No way. It couldn't be! Could it?
Trying to act casual I grabbed a couple of sad looking zucchini's that clearly wore the effects of the day's heat. I had to. The guy that owns the supermarket was standing right in front of me and I didn't want him to know that in about 10 seconds I was about to create a flash flood in front of his store that would damage everything in sight. All of his carefully stacked tomatoes and onions would be washed down to the bottom of the hill and pulverized into an inedible mess of Road Tomato Sauce.
Then...I dropped my keys. Great! Being the helpful shop keeper he is, he of course bends down to pick them up for me. Oh my God, PLEASE let him come up dry! Do not let the flood gates open now and wash him down the hill with all of his vegetables!
Isn't it strange how in mere seconds you can conjure up a huuuuuge amount of thoughts and images? Like, bending down to pick up a key takes..what...3 seconds? Yet I managed to visualize my water breaking, Niagara Falls, the force of the water taking his feet out from underneath him, sending him tumbling and drowning down the street with all of his baskets of vegetables and fruit in waves so big professional surfers probably wouldn't have the guts to ride. Does anyone else do this? Anyone.....?.........
Anyway, as he bent down to pick up my key nothing happened of course. But I did manage to get a look at the ground finally, which I'd been avoiding. Sure enough, there was a puddle there but it was really small. Totally not what I expected to see.
Well then, it couldn't have possibly been the start of my water breaking could it? It didn't feel like that much water at all. There's the teeny tiny puddle of evidence. More importantly....and I apologize because this is about to be to much information for most of you....I didn't actually feel anything come out, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you'd feel it come out, right? But maybe you don't. I don't know, I'm new at this!
So still trying to act cool and casual, yet inwardly panicking beyond belief, I move over to the fruit section to continue to think this over. I considered dropping everything and getting home as fast as I could to avoid the embarrassment of my water breaking in public. That's a story that no one around here would EVER stop talking about. Ever! But my craving for a vegetarian stir-fry wouldn't let me back out now.
I picked up some nectarines (an impulse buy) and then headed inside to grab my rice, but I had to take one last look at the puddle before going in.
And there it was. Just like the end of cheesy mystery novel, the truth was revealed.
A smooshed grape.
I had stepped on a grape and the grape juice had squirted up my leg and all over the road. One lonely grape that had gotten loose from the rest was laying in the road and as I had reached for a bag to collect my vegetables for the stir-fry, I stepped on it with so much force that it exploded...thus, leading me to believe that my water had broken.
This might be a sign that I'm a little over excited for Eleni to arrive. It might also be a sign that the pregnancy insomnia is having a slight effect on me.
In my defense it was a really big grape.
Anyway, I promised to show you some pictures of my new gorgeous ocean view. So here they are!
Not all the way. Just a little sploosh.
Before I get into this story I think it's best for everyone's nerves if I ruin the ending a bit and tell you now, it was a false alarm. VERY false alarm. But I think the story is still worth telling....
So around 7pm last night I decided that the only thing I could possibly eat for dinner was a vegetarian stir-fry. Absolutely nothing else would do. But of course I didn't have anything in the house to make a vegetarian stir-fry...don't ask me how it's possible that I didn't have rice or vegetables in the house but anyway, I didn't. Yes I have one full cupboard devoted entirely to potato chips but no I do not have even one carrot or a grain of rice. Don't judge me.
So off I go to the supermarket.
As I'm standing in front of the baskets of produce trying to decide what I need, suddenly I feel something wet splash the inside of my left leg, just above me knee.
I completely froze.
No way. It couldn't be! Could it?
Trying to act casual I grabbed a couple of sad looking zucchini's that clearly wore the effects of the day's heat. I had to. The guy that owns the supermarket was standing right in front of me and I didn't want him to know that in about 10 seconds I was about to create a flash flood in front of his store that would damage everything in sight. All of his carefully stacked tomatoes and onions would be washed down to the bottom of the hill and pulverized into an inedible mess of Road Tomato Sauce.
Then...I dropped my keys. Great! Being the helpful shop keeper he is, he of course bends down to pick them up for me. Oh my God, PLEASE let him come up dry! Do not let the flood gates open now and wash him down the hill with all of his vegetables!
Isn't it strange how in mere seconds you can conjure up a huuuuuge amount of thoughts and images? Like, bending down to pick up a key takes..what...3 seconds? Yet I managed to visualize my water breaking, Niagara Falls, the force of the water taking his feet out from underneath him, sending him tumbling and drowning down the street with all of his baskets of vegetables and fruit in waves so big professional surfers probably wouldn't have the guts to ride. Does anyone else do this? Anyone.....?.........
Anyway, as he bent down to pick up my key nothing happened of course. But I did manage to get a look at the ground finally, which I'd been avoiding. Sure enough, there was a puddle there but it was really small. Totally not what I expected to see.
Well then, it couldn't have possibly been the start of my water breaking could it? It didn't feel like that much water at all. There's the teeny tiny puddle of evidence. More importantly....and I apologize because this is about to be to much information for most of you....I didn't actually feel anything come out, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you'd feel it come out, right? But maybe you don't. I don't know, I'm new at this!
So still trying to act cool and casual, yet inwardly panicking beyond belief, I move over to the fruit section to continue to think this over. I considered dropping everything and getting home as fast as I could to avoid the embarrassment of my water breaking in public. That's a story that no one around here would EVER stop talking about. Ever! But my craving for a vegetarian stir-fry wouldn't let me back out now.
I picked up some nectarines (an impulse buy) and then headed inside to grab my rice, but I had to take one last look at the puddle before going in.
And there it was. Just like the end of cheesy mystery novel, the truth was revealed.
A smooshed grape.
I had stepped on a grape and the grape juice had squirted up my leg and all over the road. One lonely grape that had gotten loose from the rest was laying in the road and as I had reached for a bag to collect my vegetables for the stir-fry, I stepped on it with so much force that it exploded...thus, leading me to believe that my water had broken.
This might be a sign that I'm a little over excited for Eleni to arrive. It might also be a sign that the pregnancy insomnia is having a slight effect on me.
In my defense it was a really big grape.
Anyway, I promised to show you some pictures of my new gorgeous ocean view. So here they are!
This will be the perfect place to have a glass of wine at the end of the day...after the baby gets here of course...and after she goes to sleep...
It's still a bit of a mess next door but I'm sure they'll clean it up
I really liked this wall though. I've always secretly thought it's the perfect place for fairies to live
More fairy kingdom....
But sadly, they're ripping down the fairy castle as we speak. Oh well, it's 2012 so maybe they'd like to consider a nice condo with air conditioning instead...
Hahahhhaaaahhaaaaa--- -- poor Grape!! Splash he said and died...hahahaaaa... And YES, i agree, you would be remembered in Molyvos till the end of your days: "That woman whose water etc..."
ReplyDeleteWhat a pity for the Fairies that they demolish their home :-( but they will establish new places and surely they will be somewhere close to Eleni and you <3 . with tons of love, M xxx