38 Weeks and Leaky Kitchen Ceiling

Still here, swollen and large. So large that I walked out of the house yesterday and a neighbor ("the ugly dog lady" - interpret it whichever way you like - is it the dog or the lady or both?) was talking to another neighbor and stopped mid-sentence and I heard her say, "She is REALLY pregnant" (in a loud whisper) to the guy...then they both stared as I lowered myself into Joe's car - the Accord. I decided that it is a little tough to step up into the CRV. I feel some muscles do something that they don't like and that I don't like.

This was after a ridiculous day. I was lazy, didn't sleep well, and didn't get out of bed until a little after 9:00. I was up around 8:00 but turned the tv on and drifted in and out for an hour. Joe's words when he left yesterday were, "Just rest today, don't' do anything." How's that different than any other day lately??? Anyway, I digress. I go downstairs and sluggishly grab my cereal bowl and cup for cranberry juice (gotta ward off the UTIs) and step into something wet.

First thought, Oh crap what did Joe spill? Second though, Oh crap the dishwasher leaked. Third thought hit me right on the head. As I bent down to examine and wipe up the mess, I got leaked on from the ceiling. I look up (after stepping back so as to not get dripped on) and indeed there is water dripping from the recessed lighting in front of the stove in the kitchen. CRAP!!!

I page Joe b/c he was not at his desk (he thought it was TIME). He makes calls and finds a plumber from a friend at work. I call Dad (he thought it was TIME). I call Mom and get Elyse (she thought it was TIME). I call Pop B (and you know the routine). Once I tell everyone that I call that no, it is not TIME they try to calm me down. I needed to eat some cereal and get out of the clothes that I was in that were incredibly tight (my XL t-shirts look like Dad trying to squeeze into a size small). Sorry Pop. That's the only image I could think of.

Joe's dad hopped in the car and came to my rescue. The access panel for the hall bathroom is in the nursery closet on the side of the closet dedicated to all of your junk that we could not fit anywhere else. He emptied that out, opened the access panel and did not see any wetness.

The plumber showed up at 1:30ish and started talking about having to do fiberoptic exploration in my kitchen ceiling and possibly rip into the ceiling, etc. All of this costing mucho dinero. Thank God he realized it was the seal on the toilet bowl before he got into all of this expensive stuff. He replaced the wax seal on the throne and all was good. It cost less than half of the other way he was thinking of going...but then I realized, if it is the seal on the toilet bowl that was leaking...my ceiling was leaking pee water!!! Great!