Men and their automobiles. Is there any relationship more sacred? Add a pregnant mama like Alanna to the mix and you can bet there will be trouble…

My hubby has an annoying habit of criticizing the state of my vehicle, so much so, it’s almost become the running joke of the house.

I can almost guarantee that the second he sits down in the driver’s seat of my car and places his hands around the steering wheel he will look at me and say “it’s sticky”. I usually return the comment with an eye roll and a simply reply that it’s NOT sticky, it’s all in his head.

Granted, my car does occasionally acquire the odd pile up of preschool papers, discarded socks, toys, shoes, empty food cups – all the makings of a mother who spends a lot of time in the car driving her children around. A build-up of ‘things’ does happen, but it’s not completely unruly; I do try to take everything out by the weekend. In fact, I mentioned this to him the other day, but apparently taking things out of the car does not count as “cleaning” because it didn’t involve cleaner.

Well YOU climb into a car 38 weeks pregnant and start scrubbing…

I digress.

The other evening while on my way home with the kids, the hubby happened to be in his own vehicle ahead of us, I found myself suddenly sitting in a puddle of fluid. Now, after having two children I have a pretty good idea as to what it feels like to have your water break.

This was not that feeling.

Actually this was that feeling but on a much smaller scale. Needless to say I spent a few minutes driving down the road wondering if my water broke, trying to assess the situation and making sure I turned on the heated seat… I might as well keep my bum warm.

To be honest, it actually felt very nice.

So as I was driving down the road, trying to catch up to my hubby, not sure if I was going to suddenly go into labour or not, we both came up to a red light and I pulled my car up beside him. I rolled down my window and yelled over “I’m leaking!”

“You’re peeing?”

“No LEAKING!”

He looked at me square in the face and said “On the leather seats?”

“Uhm… yes… did I mention I’M LEAKING!”

Finally his eyes went wide; he paused for a second, and then replied “If we need to go to the hospital, we are taking MY car.”

Awesome dear…