It's A Good Thing

I normally drink a lot of water. Maybe four quarts a day, I dunno. It's really hard to get my quota on Sundays, though. Going without water for three hours makes me so dehydrated, and I hate drinking out of water fountains. The water is always too cold and hurts my teeth, and it's uncomfortable to bend awkwardly over and keep your hair out of the stream and try to not slurp a ton. Usually I get, at most, half of a cup before someone else is waiting, my teeth start screaming, or whatever. That is NOT enough water to last me three hours.

To make matters more complicated, when I'm pregnant I am approximately ten times more thirsty than when I am not. (At least that's what the pattern seems to be--we'll wait to form a firm theory until I've had a few more pregnancies.) Needless to say it is asking too much to expect me to survive through three hours of church without a good, solid drink of water. What I have to do is bring a 16 ounce water bottle to church. It's small and cute, and I just keep it in my purse until I need it.

For some reason Jesse thinks this is both embarrassing and eccentric. He reacts the same way that I used to react when my friend Kathy would sit down in the middle of the floor at the mall while we were shopping: Can't you wait? Are you trying to embarrass me? You are so embarassing! I don't get it--it's not like I'm carrying around a hip flask with rum in it so I can get drunk during church. I'm very discreet. I drink quietly and quickly. The worst thing that ever happens is that I drip water on my belly, and that's bound to happen with something or other.

I know Jesse is being ridiculous, so I ignore him when he starts whining about my water bottle, but it makes me question whether I'm getting more eccentric as I get older.