A huge gush at Target, twice?

I have had two children, whose labor and deliveries were rather dis-similar.  The first one being brought on on it's own, not really knowing I was in labor for the first day and then having my water break in the hospital parking garage the second time we arrived that same evening.  (The first time we were sent home and told to "relax" and wait for progression, easily some of the most distressing news to tell a soon to be first time mom who was already MISERABLE at 1 cm dilated.)  It wasn't one of those "OH NO, my water broke!" moments though, it was an "Umm I THINK my water might have broken?"  Jenna was born about 36 hours or so after my contractions began.

My second delivery was an induction.  Went in at 8 in the morning, received some meds to start things up, doctor broke my water when the time was right, epidural took on one side of my body, not the other, but still our little Maya arrived  at 5 p.m.  or so that same day.

Both deliveries ended obviously with the same wonderful result, a healthy and precious little girl.  That said, for whatever reason, possibly the close eye the doctors having had on me for "high normal fluid" or the reality that my life for the remaining two weeks before our son arrives is not stopping-we still go to school, dance class, errands and such without missing a beat, or maybe just having these two little girls who are so aware of every little motion I make that I worry about my water breaking somewhere and being totally unprepared!

Thanks to a phenomenal husband, I have tapered down a lot of my bigger errands and handed them over to Scott.  However, I have been to Target twice in the last month.  One would expect that to be rather uneventful.  The first time with Maya while Jenna was at school and the second time, dare I say ALONE while the girls played with Michele.

BOTH TIMES, I have been pushing the cart, in the same aisle only to slide across a nasty, slimy wet puddle with my cart and then ever so gracefully with my feet.  Each time, I have had that paranoid panic and frantically checked my back side, crotch and legs-clearly forgetting I was out in public.  As I rounded the corner near the end caps displaying the Essie spring/summer colors, each time the gathering of wetness has been left behind me and I have been able to breathe again knowing neither time was it my water breaking, but merely some fool spilling God knows what in the nail polish aisle just to scare the hell out of me!

So Scott and I have decided, no more nail polish purchasing for the time being and overall limiting my trips to Target likely wouldn't be a bad idea.  I am not one to believe in signs or avoid situations for what "could happen," but in this case, I surely think it best to shop in CVS, the nail salon or take a little hiatus from the nail polish searching.  I mean afterall, I can barely reach my toes to give myself a pedicure these days!