Twenty-One Weeks. Three Days. Day 152 in the quest to meet our little miracle George
There is no delicate way to tell a story like the story i have for you today… So i will dive right on in, its not a long story, its not a descriptive story… It is simple a story that leaves you saying “oh dear, oh deary deary me…”
I sneezed.
Yup, today among other exciting things i did, i sneezed…
But this was not an ordinary sneeze…
No, no today i sneezed, and with no warning what so ever, i… err-hum… Well, i ummm…. I ummm, pee’d a little..
There i said it…
Was only a little bit, but it was defiantly a little pee…
Is it going to get worse? I laugh now, but i have heard stories… I have seen the adverts on tv… I have read the pamphlets…
And yes before you ask, i am doing my pelvic floor exercises…
But seriously, i thought this only happened AFTER you had the baby, or like in the ads on tv where all the ladies are like ancient…?!? And OMG – if it happened today, is it going to happen WORSE when i have george?
OMG, what if i have to wear nana pads for the rest of my life?
What if i can NEVER sneeze again, oh no, i can see it now…. “Todays top story: Woman’s eye balls pop out from holding back a sneeze…. May 2010 a woman lost both her eye balls from a horrific incident where she refused to sneeze… The woman stated that she was scared shitless of peeing herself, and would rather live blind, then in nana pads…”
OMG, i am doomed, i just know it… DOOMED
Oh dear, oh deary deary me!
Humor is tragedy plus time Mark Twain
