My bladder and I have, after many years of conflict, come to an agreement. I expect it to work properly and it....well, it laughs at me and pretty much does what it pleases. Payback for having two boys who treated it like a soccer ball while I was prego, I guess.
It taunts me.
It has the absolute worst sense of timing.
It is not what it used to be and it wasn't that stellar to begin with.
All of this goes trotting through my brain as I'm frantically trying to lug 30+ pounds of baby and carseat into the house after a non-stop morning of errands. I'm fairly certain that I heard it cackle at me as I went tripping down the hallway towards blessed relief.
Did I make it?
Did my bladder make a mockery of me?
*sigh* I'm not telling.
3 comments:
Why is it that no one tells us of these things before we get preggo? Probably because we'd be scared to death.
I have a friend who actually went to physical therapy for the same problem. After a month of what she called 'super-kegels'... no more problems.
From her I learned that a little leakage (like twice a year) is normal, but more than that? Not.
Who knew?
- Julia at Midwest Moms
That's not good, dear. I'm guessing you didn't make it.
So could you have an infection?
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