Drop it likes it's hot...

Today I unintentionally wet my pants in my kitchen. Upon returning home from a morning at my sister's house I raced onto the elevator with an intense urge to go to the bathroom. Anyone who has been pregnant knows exactly what this pressure feels like! As I got in the door, Ignacio in tow asked for a glass of water. I turned the faucet on and then felt a warm sensation down my inner thighs, only to look down to notice that, yes, the sound of the faucet had made me literally pee my pants. After a few seconds of questioning whether or not my water broke it was conflirmed that, no, I had just wet myself. This was preceded in the morning hours by a major ralphing of my waffle and two kiwis. Ah...welcome to the second half of my third trimester! Last night I think the baby "dropped" meaning it's head is down, greatly increasing the likelihood of future wetting accidents and vomiting. My days of public excursions have just been GREATLY limited. I mean, come on, how embarrassing! So, as I enter the last five weeks of my second pregnancy I look forward to an increase in loads of laundry, stocking up on plastic bags and daydreaming about how my life is about to change.