If you are curious and want to know what really happened to my bladder, continue on. If you think I have completely lost my mind and could give two you-know-whats, here, go read this instead!
When you get pregnant and the baby begins to grow, all the other organs and fun stuff living in that area need to pack up their stuff and move out of the way. Babies, they are selfish even in the womb. They want their space and they will kick and punch to make sure they get it. When things get pushed and kicked for 9....ten months they get angry and they fight back after the baby is born.
They fight back, by playing tricks on you. The bladder, thats the trickiest one of all. For example, while washing dishes the other day, it hit me, the holy-crap-you-better-run-as-fast-as-you-can-right-now-before-you-pee-down-your-leg-feeling.
Please, tell me I'm not the only one who knows that feeling?
I fight back. I refuse to give into the bladder who is still pissy (ha!) at me for having not one but two babies. So I break out the pee pee dance. Ya know the one, where you cross one leg in front of the other and jump up and down. Because that's smart. Gravity + Jumping + Weak Bladder = Totally stupid idea.
The bladder begins to laugh at me, but I am determined to finish washing those two plates, the blue sippy cup and the green dinosaur bowl. I will beat this.
So I suck in my stomach and I squeeze my legs shut. Yup, that will do it. I will win thing. I will not take the 5 seconds out of my day to run to the bathroom and just let it go.
I finish, the dishes are done, they are on the rack and drying and I run like the wind to the bathroom. Push a toddler out of the way, jump over a baby and make it just in time.
From the outside of the bathroom I hear, "Yay, Momma you did it! You pee-peed on the potty!!"
You're right Kid, I did do it. I showed that bladder who was boss.
No seriously, I would like my bladder back - the one that isn't the size of a corn kernel.