I didn't.
Choke on a grape, that is.
But I worried about it, as I indulged in my green grapes at dinner tonight. (Since grape juice is no longer welcome in our home, grapes obviously are the wisest alternative to fill the void.)
What if I choke on this grape? As I popped one into my mouth.
Which neighbor would I run to for help?
Is the heimlich even possible for someone with a stomach as large and in charge as mine?
I've always been pretty good at worrying about ridiculous scenarios. Those one-out-of-a-billion-chance type things. It's just another one of those non talents I have. But I've taken worrying to an entire new realm, as of late. I've got some of the stupidest worries bouncing around in my head.
What if I'm at a stoplight, boxed in by cars on all sides, and suddenly something explodes? I mull over my options on the drive to work.
What if the roof caves in? As I sit at my desk at work—I quickly review the disputed "triangle of life" method that I read about years ago in one of those circulating e-mails.
What if I get run over by the UPS truck that stops at my work, often at the time I'm headed out for lunch? I clearly keep my distance.
What if I get stuck inside a public bathroom stall and can't get out? Yeah, that one actually sounds vaguely familiar.
Morbid, right?
Sure, grim events like so aren't utterly impossible. But let's be honest. Do I really need to concern myself with such thoughts?
To clarify however, I am not living my life in total fear. These are just examples of fleeting thoughts that randomly creep up, with virtually no provocation. I like to place the blame on the young unborn one, and the accompanying hormones that have settled inside along with her. (So here's hoping that someone else will back that hypothesis up.)
If I'm already this bad, it's disheartening to think how I'll become once this girl takes residence outside of me.
Is this just part of my initiation into motherhood?
Really, I don't need to worry about choking on grapes. The only thing that I ever do choke on, is, ahem, water. (yes, that's the total truth. Should I blog about that next? Nah, that's too embarrassing.)
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P.S. My blog had a birthday! Happy birthday, blog. Here's a little shout out to my followers, and my commenters. You know who you are!! And I kindly thank you for reading.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday Blog! Very exciting. Yes, I'm pretty sure it is normal to imagine the worst happening to you while with child. I know I've told you this before but I used to imagine scenarios of people trying to take advantage of me like cutting in line, or not stopping for me at a crosswalk, or not considering my pregnancy in general. I would get all worked up with "pregnant woman on the rampage" emotions just thinking about what I would do. That did, actually, go away. But you've hit it right on the nose about having a whole new set of worries once little dumplin' is out of the oven.
You are not alone. And I don't mean that in a creepy way, I just mean that I worry about the same type of things. For example, when my first was born, Kate, we lived in Florida for a few months and the apartment had all tile floors and I would constantly fear that I would drop my newborn on the tile and break her! I never did but it was a fear I couldn't shake.
My current fear is that each and every Sunday as we are walking down our steps outside in church shoes and holding all our stuff and two kids that we will fall and break our legs. Every week I worry about that!
I was going to send you some bows but from your previous post you look like you are set. Let me know if you want some free of charge. I just demand to see pictures of the cute little babe!
I don't know why it seems like I'm reading all of these for the first time, but oh well. Maybe because I never commented. I must have just thought my comments. Yes, you can do the heimlich on a pregnant woman. It is just chest compressions like you would do for CPR. Just FYI, for piece of mind. You know, for the next one. ;)
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