It was in the Spring of 2011, I was pregnant. Big pregnant. I think I was around six or seven months. I was at a Little League meeting with mostly men though there were a few ladies in attendance. We were going over the budget when it happened.
I choked. Literally.
I couldn't get my breath. I raised one arm. I raised my other arm. I began to wheeze trying to suck in air that just wouldn't come.
Everyone panicked. The president of the Little League jumped up and ran over to me with a look of confusion. Later he told me it was because I was pregnant and while he was trained in CPR, he didn't know how to Heimlich a pregnant lady.
Eventually the woman next to me gave me a couple of slaps on the back and apparently that made my throat muscles wake up and realize that I needed oxygen.
After all the commotion was over, that same woman leaned over and asked if I had choked on my gum. The apparent lack of oxygen killed several brain cells and instead of just saying, "Yes!" I said...
"No! I just choked on my own spit."