My life could be a 80's sitcom.

I handed my watercup to the cashier behind the Quiznos counter.

"Can I get a refill?"

She smiled at my belly, and started filling the cup.

I kept glancing behind me at my suitcases, sitting alone at the table. As long as they weren't out of my sight for more than a few seconds, it should be ok. Right?

"Here you go sweetie."

I smiled my thanks, and headed back through the afternoon crowd towards my table. I was staring so intently at my suitcases as I took my first sip, that I didn't even glance down.

Until I felt half a cup of ice cold water pour down my shirt.

"Sh*t!"
Imagine a 7 month pregnant girl dancing in circles, in the middle of an airport, flinging ice cubes out of her bra. While cussing. And staring at a suitcase.

(I hadn't put the lid back on.)

So now I'm sitting here, with a shirt that is not soaked with sweat THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

I feel like this is a good omen.