For the first time in 28 weeks of pregnancy, I sneezed this morning and peed myself just a little bit. I had to laugh. No use getting upset over spilt...urine. Perhaps this is the transition from decent bladder function to avoiding funny situations in fear of piddling my pants. Maybe this is why my dad has been ordering free samples of adult diapers online and stockpiling them in the linen closet for the past few months.
Unfortunately this is not the first time my bladder has refused to cooperate with another bodily function. Specifically, during our babymoon, I threw up a fruit leather and the force of the vomiting was such that I full-on peed my panties. After cleaning up the mess on the floor, I threw the now-soaked undies into a plastic bag and tossed it in with the laundry. Note: I wasn't about to throw away those gems...they have a T-Rex on the bum with the words "Man Eater" above its head. C'mon.
When we got back to Winnipeg, Babydaddy wound up doing a load of laundry with the now-putrid panties festering in the confines of the plastic bag. When he opened the bag, instead of puking or throwing them away, he washed them -twice- and said he felt bad for his babymama and what I'm going through for our baby -"Poor Coco". When he told me that, I was reminded once again why I love him so much. I hope Little Monkey has a big heart like his/her daddy.
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