Since I have been pregnant I have broken 10+ glass items. I have lost count. Clint looked it up online and there is an old wives tale that it could be a sign of good luck. I think I am just more clumsy.
The worst glass I broke was by far a half-full bottle of Goldschlager that rolled out of the freezer, crashed all over the kitchen floor, and took over an hour to fully clean up. The other night I broke Buoy's dog bowl. Luckily it slipped from my hands inside the sink while I was putting some water in it. Clint was so sweet and just jumped up and said he would take care of it. Thank goodness, because I was about to lose it. I was so frustrated with myself.
A few nights later, a very, very small piece of glass that gotten stuck in our floor mats caught my toe and sliced me open. I was able to grab a paper towel and hobble to a chair. Unfortunately, my huge, giant, big fat pregnant belly was limiting my ability to bend over to reach my foot. It was quite the sight. I was home alone, blood squirting from my toe, and I couldn't decide if I should call my neighbor to come and get the glass out of my toe or if I could do it. I couldn't go get tweezers because I would have tracked blood all over the house. I kept at it, having to bend down for a few seconds and then sit back up to catch my breath. I finally got it out though.
Pregnancy lessons I learned? Try really hard not to injure my feet or toes, because I can not reach them anymore. Use plastic whenever possible.
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