The California story I forgot to tell

This is me 2 weeks ago (By the way, I can't believe I'm already into the 3rd trimester...it has gone by SOOOOO much faster this time!). I figured this picture will go along with the story so you can get the full mental image.

My grandfather has a girlfriend named Pauline. I had never met her until our recent trip out to California. She is quite the spunky and fun lady. She keeps my grandpa on his toes! Anyway. She invited the fam over to her house while we were visiting to have dinner. As we were clearing the table, I was trying to steal a couple more bites of grapes (since most of you know, with a toddler, you never get to finish your own meal). Well, the juice from the grapes went down the wrong tube and I start choking. Yes, you probably know where this is going. I give Mallory to my dad since I'm crying , coughing and can't breathe. My mom thinks I'm choking on the actual grape, so as I'm trying to explain, I start laughing and then it happens.

I can feel a warm liquid practically running down my legs. I run to the bathroom where Wade is and tell him to move it! Every time I cough (since the juice is still choking me up), more urine comes out. I look down to realize I can't wear any of the bottoms I wore to Pauline's house home. Literally, my shorts look like someone splashed a bucket of water on them.

I yell for my mom. She comes to the rescue (after almost peeing on herself too, along with Kelly). I ask her to borrow a towel or something from Pauline to wear home. So, she goes to get Pauline. Pauline replies with, "Oh, I've got the perfect thing for you to borrow." My mom says she's getting a bathrobe for me. Perfect. I can just wrap my whole body up and be covered. Oh no. She comes back with a SATIN NIGHTIE! This isn't good for 2 reasons. #1 It's mid thigh! #2 How awkward is it that I'm wearing my grandfather's girlfriend's nightie around without the proper undergarments on? I'll answer...very.

So, as to not be rude, I put the nightie on. Fortunately, it covers everything as long as I don't bend over. I stand in the hallway waiting for us to leave as my sister and mom keep laughing at me while they clean the kitchen. My poor dad and Wade. It had to be a little awkward for them too.

The worst part is that I still needed to stop at a grocery store to get milk for Mallory before she went to bed. And, I was riding with Kelly and Wade. Both of the car seats were in the backseat and my seat was in between them. Kelly obliged and crawled in the backseat for me. It was dark outside, but not that dark! And Wade ran into the store to get the milk for me.

I had heard that your bladder control gets worse the more kids you have. Holy cow, that is an understatement. All from some grape juice.