Ellen Burstyn moment

I've had a few times the last few days that I've freaked Jason out. Not on purpose. Stupid things that could've been avoided, and they weren't, so we had a "situation". The other day it was that I said, "Awe, crap" and he wasn't paying attention 100% and just heard that, so he thought "Go time!"

The other incident happened this afternoon. I was in a crotchety mood. I wanted to go get something to eat, and Jason didn't want to spend money, and after looking at our poor fridge, there was nothing but condiments. Our freezer is stocked with chili and spaghetti sauce and all sorts of other goodness, but I was hungry RIGHT THEN! I didn't want to wait for something to thaw. My belly was rumbling. I was getting crankier by the second and just wanted some dang food!

He offered to make some soup, but I didn't feel like soup. He offered to cook anything else, and though I was grateful, I stayed sitting on the couch and told him I would worry about it in a few minutes. For him to cook whatever for himself and I will take care of myself.

A few moments later, I went to ravage the kitchen. In the freezer I found some waffles from months ago that my mom had made and frozen. Yum! Sugar and sugar and sugar! Buddy the Elf would've been proud of my lunch.

I threw them one by one into the toaster. I ended up with about 6 whole waffles. (These are the little ones, not the delicious Belgian ones you get from IHOP or Denny's.) I poured a glass of milk, sat on the couch and started to dig in. These were so wonderful BUT... One little hiccup. The waffles were caught in my esophagus. not the part where I couldn't breathe, but right behind my sternum. This happens occasionally, and I usually have a drink, breath and then it loosens up and continues on the tract.

Today, it did not want to continue on tract. Jason could tell there was something wrong with me, and I told him I was fine, but he still kept an eye on me. I burped little burps, but it wasn't loosening anything. I thought drinking more milk would help dissolve the waffles, but it just made it worse. I burped a few more times, and then... The Ellen Burstyn moment came. Milk and waffles into my hand, and partially on the floor. Quite a few times. Jason got up and asked what I needed and I said, a towel or something to put this in. lol Then we went to cleaning up my face and the floor. I felt much better, but geez.

Jason, being the positive person that he is, found the bright side of the situation. "Well, at least you can say you threw up during pregnancy!" I love him. I tried to tell him it didn't count cause it never actually went down inside my stomach, and it never was caused by the actual pregnancy, but he's still considering it. Ok. Whatever. I finished the rest of my waffles and went on my way.