Four recent incidents of possibly-pregnancy-induced bravery (or foolhardiness)

Would you stick your hand in there?
Would you stick your hand in there? Photo courtesy of the author
Would you stick your hand in there?
Would you stick your hand in there? Photo courtesy of the author

Four recent incidents of possibly-pregnancy-induced bravery (or foolhardiness)

 

 

  1. My husband and I heard a woman screaming “Help me! Help me!” outside on the street. I grabbed my phone, ran down the stairs and out on the street, heading down Berwyn towards some people running away. I never saw what was going on but I called 9-1-1. Husband was mad at me but I figured every woman is obligated to try to help out another woman who is calling for help.

    Worst part of this decision: I did not put on my shoes.
     
  2. Five minutes later I was sitting on the floor, petting the dog, when a huge bug ran by. Normally I would reach for something to smash it with, but moving around is hard these days so I just smashed it with my hand.

    Worst part of this decision: Nothing in particular, just general grossness.
     
  3. Three days later my husband called me upstairs in a panic: Apparently our dog was choking on a biscuit and seizing up in terror. I stuck my hand down my dog’s throat to clear his airway.

    Worst part of this decision: Our panicking dog weighs 80 pounds and has all his teeth.
     
  4. One day later I was tired and officially full-term it was raining and I got on the bus where there were no empty seats. “I'm sorry, but can I please have a seat?” I asked loudly towards some young people sitting in the priority seats. I got a seat.  

    Worst part of this decision: People on the CTA tend to be insane.