How to Have a Heart Attack at 36 Weeks

This morning, at 36 weeks, the husband and I had a wee little heart attack. EACH.

Me first, when all my bath-water (you know, the bath-water I have to use because after FIVE freaking weeks of renos, I still can't SHOWER in my own house!) turned BRIGHT RED (not blood red, but diluted red). Him next - first when I was yelling for him to come RIGHT AWAY, and then AGAIN when he saw exactly WHY I was yelling for him.

Surprisingly, for what we both admitted was going on in our MINDS at the time, we were both actually pretty calm on the outside. He just kinda stared in disbelief, asking WTF? I just crawled up onto my knees to get out of the water, and demanded some toilet paper to ASSESS the situation.

While he unrolled almost the ENTIRE roll (boys seem to think assessing the situation needs more than 2 squares), out of the corner of my eye, I caught a red dot on the upper ledge of the tub, and another one, and another one - ones that BY NO MEANS should've gotten up there cuz my cha cha was still LOWER than that ledge. Which meant the red was probably NOT coming from my cha cha. Which meant it could only be coming from one other place...

When the hairdresser tells you not to wash your newly dyed red hair for a couple days, cuz some of the color will COME OUT, he actually MEANS it.