It finally happened

I spilled the pee pitcher last night. Thank god it wasn't one of those one-quart evenings but it still wasn't pretty. What woke Mark was my screaming, "Ah, SHIT!" And then my pregnant ass went downstairs to get the cleaning stuff and towels and then got on all fours to clean it up off the carpet. And then lay in bed, listening to Mark snore, for two hours before I could go back to sleep. This is why I have the pee pitcher to begin with: to avoid going downstairs and thus gaining enough consciousness to never return to sleep. But last night totally backfired on me. Still, I'd say my stats are pretty good. To spill but one night in the whole pregnancy (OK, there was one other night in the fall, I think) is pretty good. Right?