Cleaning Ladies are Trying to Kill Me

So, I have come to the conclusion that there are cleaning ladies trying to kill me. 

At first I was not so sure, but now I am quite convinced. 

It all started a few weeks ago when I gave up on spin class and started to go down 

to my condo gym to boogie on the elliptical. As soon as I went down there a cleaning

lady came in and thew cleaning powder on the machine next to me and began scrubbing 

away. The toxic cleaning smell was unbearable and it quickly made me feel sick....the 

mysterious cleaning substance was actually sizzling and bubbling. 

I asked her (politely) if cleaning was necessary during gym hours and pointed to my 

belly, she just shrugged and said "I cleaned all through my pregnancy". Cleaning is 

one thing, but using whatever the hell she was using is another story, there was no 

way I was going to continue huffing and puffing away next to that fog, so I got off

 the treadmill and went back upstairs. 

Since then it has become kind of a running joke between me and hubby, every time, 

and I mean EVERY TIME I go down to the gym a cleaning lady shows up shortly after

to clean. It doesn't matter what time I go down there.......she is there holding that 

can of powdery toxicity! Hubby thinks I'm over reacting, he even says I sound like a 

spoiled rich #$#%#$ when I complain. The truth of the matter is, I just want to work 

out because its good for me and the baby.....I'm not rich......and I don't use that junk 

to clean my house and I don't want to be around it. 

Thats all fine and dandy, but tonight is what really convinced me that the cleaning 

ladies of toronto are plotting against me. Tonight I was teaching a hypnobirthing class

and when we were done I locked up the room and let the class out. I decided I needed

to run to the bathroom (of course) before leaving so I walked towards the bathroom. 

Soon as I turned the corner my legs slipped right out from under me and I flew in the 

air just before landing on my back. I am sure it looked an awful lot like goofy slipping 

on a banana. At first I was more confused, but then when I looked down the hallway

I noticed the cleaning lady there just mopping away, throwing water here and there, 

with no 'wet floor' sign in sight (or any thought to the class of pregnant woman that 

was just let out).

I picked myself up on the floor, of course in a panic state over what I may have done 

to the baby. I quickly left work and drove home, wondering if I should drive myself

to triage along the way. I decided to come home and drink some juice and see if baby 

will move a little, but so far I don't feel much movement. There is no signs of anything

really going wrong just yet though, no bleeding or cramps, but I can tell you I am 

terribly worried. If baby doesn't start moving all over the place soon I may take myself

in to see how babe is. 

Anyway, thats my story............