Okay, so let me just set up this lovely story for you. Jonni and I are having a nice evening. It's about nine o'clock, and we have just finished watching four episodes of Lost (which we are kindly addicted to now), and Jonni decides that he needs to call G to tell him something. Something very important mind you! It's all kind of a blur now, but it was something about the Red Sox never winning the world series... ;OP
Suddenly I remembered that my sweet friend D told me that we were not allowed to call anymore, especially late at night, until the baby comes, because that would make them think we were going into labor, and that would be mean to keep calling if we were not in labor. So Jonni proceeds to call G from his phone, and G doesn't answer, and then he grabs my phone to call D. So I tackled him...yes pregnant and all...grabbed my phone, and refused to let him call. I should get some points for that D. ;O) So then he called G again from his phone, and this time G answered.
While they were talking, I kept yelling "I told him not to call you! I told him not to call you!!" When all of a sudden...*&#*KABLAAAAM#*%^&&%!!!!!!!!!!! I dropped a glass bottle of cream soda! And yes it shattered all over the kitchen floor, living room floor, and baby room floor. Lovely. And then Jonni calmly informed G that he had to go because his wife just broke. And I heard G through the phone say "Her water?!?"
So we are very sorry for the false alarm guys! But I got a LOT of laughs out of this. Just had to share. I know...I know what you are all thinking too...I guess you just had to be there. :O)
