Ok, I'm going to sacrifice my good name and self respect for a funny blog post. It's been quite a while and I think my readers deserve at least that much. :)
Fact: I'm 8 months pregnant.
Fact: I've had about every single pregnancy symptom you read about in all the books. Wait, lemme think....yep. Every one.
So my doctors fortunately alleviated the whole bed-rest requirement and put me on better medicine (not so many crazy, shaky side-affects) and told me to hang in there (essentially).
Anyway, the other day (yesterday) I'm sitting outside, enjoying the beautiful weather and fun company when I see my 2-year-old son sprinting straight for our backyard pond. I yell for him to stop, but being the 2-year-old that he is, he just speeds up. So I take my achy-breaky back and big belly out of my chair and run full-speed (yes, full-speed) to save his life. When I finally reach him and give him my mother-schpeel about disobeying me I realize my pants are totally wet. Like, more than a few drips here, people. We're talking through the undies, through the pants and creeping up the sides. This totally freaks me out since I didn't even feel like I had to pee and I've never had a water-breaking experience before (they broke my water for my first babe). Knowing that I'm at the exact same point in my pregnancy that I was with #1 when I delivered him, I call my doctor and consequently head to the hospital to get checked out. By this time I'm not totally sure it was my water since I'm not leaking or anything. Anyway, after about an hour and a half of hospital tests (and calling my whole fam to warn them I might be going into labor soon) I find out that I just peed in my pants. No amniotic fluid. Sweet. And thank you very much.
I already told my husband he can make fun of me for the rest of my life for my genious-ness. It's ok, I deserve it.
So from now on there will be mandatory potty breaks every 30 minutes, whether I'm feeling the urge or not. Either that or adult diapers, and I'm opting for the former.
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