Ahhhh, that video-loving, helmet-cam husband of mine. . . . . . .
A few days ago I was washing down Elizabeth after a messy dinner of cheesy scalloped potatoes and hot buttered corn on the cob, when I swallowed the wrong way and started choking. I backed away from the childypants, coughing and sputtering, covering my mouth, unable to catch my breath.
Elizabeth thought this was terribly funny, and started with her fake choking routine (the one she does as you're driving down the Thruway at 70MPH in bumper-to-bumper traffic, hoping her behavior will force you to pull over and play with her) and was covering her mouth, just like Mommy.
This made me laugh, because it was damn funny, so I was choking AND laughing at the same time. That's when Brian broke in, picking on me in his funny high-pitched voice, begging me not to die.
"Oh no, Mommy! Please don't die! Oh no, Elizabeth! Don't you choke too!"
The three of us were a mess of choking, laughing, spitting, sputtering Pipers. That's when Adam decided to start sledgehammering my bladder and shot me into "CLEAR-A-PATH-TO-THE-BATHROOM-NOW" panic.
Choking, laughing and having to pee while 5 months pregnant is not a good combination. (when pregnant, ANY time you have to pee is NOW. If you're choking and laughing, the urgency is even greater.)
So, I'm standing in the kitchen, legs crossed, eyes watering, crying AND laughing, telling Brian to stop it because I'm going to wet my pants, and my darling, dear of a husband starts scanning the room. I instantly know he is looking for the video camera.
"I WILL ::CHOKE, CHOKE:: KILL YOU!" I managed to scream and hobbled, cross-legged, toward the bathroom. I could hear him behind me, scurrying around, looking for his video camera. All I can say is, that for the first time ever, I was rather grateful to have married an (somewhat) unorganized man. Really. The last thing I need is MORE embarrassing video footage of myself.