Pregnant With Laughter: Part 1

I'm starting my very first ever weekly blog hop! Are you pumped? I know I am! Here's the deal- I know that I can't count on my hands and feet all the people I know who are pregnant. On top of all that, there are even more bloggers that find themselves with a bun in the oven. I thought it would be fun to have a place to come each week and share the hilarious happenings of our pregnant journeys together. With that said, I would like to introduce to you:



Do you have a crazy pregnancy dream to share? Maybe you snapped at your neighbor for no good reason? Perhaps you're a mother already and your child said or did something this week that made you guffaw. Even if you aren't a mom yet, you can share a story you've had dealing with children. Whatever it is, I'd love to hear all about it!

This week my story is rather embarrassing. Let me paint the picture for you...

The house is spotless. I've been working all day to make it that way. I decide I deserve a break so I hobble into the bathroom, the one that has the tub in it. The water is approaching scalding hot so I'm only sitting in it until it can cool down so that I'm able to actually lay back and relax. Meanwhile, my cell begins to blast the familiar music that is the ringtone for all those people not saved in my phone. It's a 706 number so I figure it's important and answer the phone saying, "Hello?" "Yes, this is she" because I'm proper like that. Lo and behold, it's my doctor. The doctor who wiped icky goo off of my protruding belly just last week as I fumbled with re-fastening my jeans (Will I ever get comfortable with having to do this every month?).  He begins to discuss with me the importance of various tests as I counter with, "I'm not going to abort my baby so there's no point in having these done." The conversation is quick, but long enough to take the sting off of the hot water. As I'm hanging up the phone with the man who will be dangerously close to my lady parts once a month for at least the next 5 months, I start to lean back in the bathtub. Our tub is one that has jets in it. It's heavenly, I think. I mean, I wouldn't know since this pregnant gal can't use the massaging jets. Anyway, the water begins to gather around the jets in the tub and makes this awful sound. It sounds as if pregnant lady gas is exploding, shaking the very frame of our home. Of course, I know what the sound really was. It was just water seeping into the jets! But does he think the worst? I can just imagine my doctor listening to this sound over and over in his head every time he looks at me now. Needless to say, I quickly hung up the phone. Thankfully, it was before I announced, "I swear that wasn't a poot." Now, THAT just goes to show this ordeal could have been significantly worse.

Anything humorous happen to you this week? Tell us all about it ;) Feel free to grab the picture above and be sure to link up with me here. Can't wait to hear what you all have to say! Don't have a blog? Leave your story in the comment section.