I peed

This morning, in a cup...again. I get to visit the doctor again this morning, and as the routine goes, I had to "go" in a cup. I only wish I'd had that cup with me yesterday when I let loose on the car. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway. Suffice to say it wasn't planned. In fact, I didn't even know I had to "go". Mr. W is now threatening to wear a rain slicker to bed. It is a long, drawn out story, but the ultimate punchline results in uncontrollable coughing and a wet spot on the car seat. I am not sure when I was last humbled to this extent. I had an appointment that I needed to get to, and nothing to change into, so let's just say it was a very quick appointment where I may have rushed through a few things to get out the door and back on the road for my hour drive home to change clothes. Thankfully, I had on black capri pants in a ventilated area, so I think I may have avoided any scrutinizing.
It really says something for those countries where having a family is looked at as a necessary part of life, and not a choice of burden, and women take 6 months of maternity leave, starting at an early time in pregnancy. It would be great to not have appointments all over the state right now. I guess I should keep a change of clothes in the car. Of course, this is not a normal occurrence, in fact, it's never happened to me in all my life, so I didn't know to plan for it.

The great benefit to driving out to these outlying areas is the amount of time spent on country roads in the middle of nothing. I had the chance to stop at a tiny little farmer stand the other day and finally got to buy the August tomato that I had been craving since February. Now, it might look as if it is the tomato's fault that it is hacked up, but this is the kind of slicing job you get from a desperate pregnant woman who has been craving a tomato that was just out of reach for 6 or 7 months. It was just as ripe and delicious as it looks, and although my intentions were to buy bacon and have BLTs with these tomatoes, half of them were devoured yesterday on wheat bread with smoked swiss and mayo. I made a couple for Mr. W and he didn't complain. I have a feeling he snuck meat onto them in the kitchen, when I wasn't looking, which is just fine. I didn't want any dead animal tainting my delicious tomato, so I let him know that choice was his. I still have two left and have a feeling that BLTs will be in order tonight. Oh, I forgot to mention that before I made the sandwiches, I ate an entire tomato plain, sliced with some salt sprinkled on it. I don't know if the baby liked it, but at least it didn't give me bad heartburn.