That All Depends...

In a thread from the beginning of my journey as "The Incubator", I mentioned the close and personal relationship that pregnant women have to develop with urine.


Yes, it all starts with peeing on a stick, and from what I can gather, for me at least, it will end up in cleaning pee off the toilet seat and the bathroom floor thanks to the new man in my life!


In between are a few years of the "Pee Circus" that this pregnancy and new Mommyhood has started.


I thought I would catch you up on the latest.


Only when you are pregnant, from the best of my knowledge, will you ever be beaming when you are told that your pee "looks good".
This was at my last Dr. visit, where I was asked to bring a cup of it in, from first thing in the morning(as early morning pee is the best, I am told), for them to have a look at.


I grabbed my keys and popped the wiped down specimen cup into my purse as I headed to see the doc. I have never been so happy to get something out of my handbag in my life.
They happily traded me for an empty one that now sits on the bathroom counter, awaiting the next visit.


It's a good thing they put a lid on this, as I am quite sure if they didn't, Mr. W would simply pop his toothbrush in it, thinking I had decided to redecorate the bathroom. Traces of toothpaste might give me some odd results at my next exam.


As Baby W has decided to poke me in the bladder on a frequent basis, my bathroom trips have increased. I hardly realized that this was possible, but it is. Worse than running water or the sound of any stream, is a tiny human bouncing about in your belly and using your bladder as a springboard. I hear it only gets worse.


Sometimes I think I urgently need to go, only to sit 10 minutes waiting for an eye-dropperful of urine to rear it's ugly head. By the time I pull my pants back up, I have to go again.


Thanks to the wonderful friends I have with children, I am learning more and more what I should expect over the next 17 weeks or so.


One friend, who shall remain nameless, told me how she didn't want to stop in a bad area of town to go, so she tried to hold it while she drove home. Ultimately, she peed her pants.
Her advice was "don't try to hold it".

I read someone else's story of thinking she peed her pants when her water broke.


Peeing can also go hand in hand with a sneeze or cough, and evidently, too much laughter.
Pregnant woman should all avoid colds like the plague, and comedies are not advised.
Watch or read something that will give you a good cry and let it leak out the other end.


Sadly, another friend told me that this didn't go away after she had her baby and dared me to try doing jumping jacks after giving birth.


If all else fails, there is always Depends. There may be a lot more diapers around the W house than I had anticipated.