THE GREAT ESCAPE-Part I: "The Flood"

So, Joli wasn't supposed to make an appearance until the middle of August... well, somebody should have told that to Liza's cervix because at approximately 9PM on July, 16th, her water broke... sort of.

Liza was outside cleaning out the car. Don't ask me why she decided to do this in the dead of night. She says unborn Joli told her to get ready for an early arrival... Note to Self: add "telepathy" to Joli's developmental skill-set.

"Uh, Jorge, either my water broke or I'm incontinent," she said walking in the front door.

I looked at the dark patch of wetness spreading across the front of her pants, giggled and sang "You peed your pants! You peed your pants!" There may have been some dancing around and pointing involved, I can't remember. Either way, Liza found the situation far less humorous than I did. So, I shifted gears and, in my most serious voice, gave her a list of reasons why her water couldn't have broke this early. After, two minutes of seriousness, I went back to giggling.

Liza decided to lay down in the nursery and see if the leaking continued. I went upstairs and started folding baby clothes.

Ten minutes later, the leaking had stopped.

Then, Liza stood up... now, I'm not usually one to use onomotopeia in my writing, but there really is no other way to express the sheer volume of liquid that gushed out of Liza than--

SPLOOOSH!!

"Yeah," Liza said. "My water definitely broke."

Indeed it had, indeed it had.