To pee or not to pee...

So, I have never in my life had this close of a relationship with pee. It all started when I peed on a stick. I peed on that stick, and let me tell you, I didn't have the time to put the cap on and set that sucker down to cook, both the lines were staring me in the face. Fair enough. You do what you have to do. Now, every time I have to go to the Dr's, I have to pee for them, too. First thing's first, don't get comfortable here in the exam room, we're going to need you to pee in a cup, please. I head to the bathroom at Dr.'s office, turn on the faucet to get up the urge, hold my hand down there with the cup. Get pee on my hand, some in the cup, move the cup a little, get pee on the cup. Take the cup, wipe it off, wash my hands, carry it through the office to the exam room where they test my pee with a strip. Yes, still knocked up. Then, before I even get out of the office, I have to pee again. I have to go 6, 7, 8 times a day I bet. I haven't counted, but maybe I will. I'm not sure I have felt any quickening, but I bet my bladder has. Then, to top it all off, most recently I learn that right now my poor little baby is swimming around in pee. No, I never heard that before. Yes, I am a walking litter box for the next 5 to 6 months, while my little kidney bean swims around and drinks its own pee! Lord in Heaven, I now know why they don't teach this in school. Why don't they call it like it is and refer to amniotic fluid as fetus pee? Why do they call it water, when it ain't water breaking? How could I have been so uninformed all these years? Again, I am just waiting for more pee secrets to come out as this whole conspiracy unfolds...I will keep you posted!