34 weeks sure looks glamorous, what with fake flower headbands and frolicking in fields. But don't be fooled... 34 weeks will henceforth be remembered as the week that I literally peed my pants. {Cringe} I debated sharing this debacle, but ultimately decided that this blog is about all of the bumps having to do with infertility and pregnancy, and you can now add incontinence to that list :)
It happened on Thursday, after a long day at work and running errands to get Valentine's decorating supplies for my class. Andrew and I were leaving the Costco parking lot, our final stop, and I realized I needed to use the restroom. The baby was cozily resting on my bladder and pushing it flat as a pancake. But we live half a mile from Costco and surely I could make it home. You see where this is going. I made it all the way home, through our front door and into the hall entry. And then I lost it. One wrong move and the floodgates opened. I half-hoped it was my water breaking because that's not something I can control and slightly less embarrassing. I thought of kegels and a dry desert, anything to stop the stream. No such luck.
It's like this: from the second you realize you have to pee, you are allotted approximately 30 steps to get from where you are to a potty. I pushed my luck at 35 steps and have learned my lesson. It hasn't happened again. Hooray ~ 3 days accident free. Go me! But I am keeping a change of clothes in my car just in case. I knew this day would happen, but I didn't expect it to happen so early. I've still got 6 more weeks... Guess I'll have to stock up on diapers for me AND the baby!
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