Photo - I was bored yesterday, because I was stuck in SLC with the kids at Mickey D's, (long story) so I took a few (rather shameless) selfies.
I blew my nose and promptly peed my pants. I IM'ed Brandon and told him this, to which he asked, "Was there more mucous or urine?" And my reply was, "Oh, it was a definite underwear soaker," to which he very aptly and accurately replied, "YICKY."
I also have heartburn that radiates from my knees to my eyeballs. I now perma carry a bottle of Tums around, and they are about as vital to me as my iPhone and Burt's Bees, which is saying A LOT. Last night at about 9:30, I was lamenting to Brandon about how sad I was that I couldn't eat after 7 pm because the heartburn burns it BURNS US PRECIOUS (all in the most creepy, Gollum-like voice possible...) and I seriously feel like I'm 80, I mean I CAN'T EVEN EAT AFTER 7 PM, but then finally the fact that I'm SO FREAKING pregnant got to be too much, and I was about to start eating the book I was reading if I didn't get some FOOD IN MY BELLY, so I decided that indulging in a Sweet 'n Salty was the lesser of two evils, and that I'd just have to let the heartburn win that night. And win it did, my friends, win it did.
Photo - still stuck in SLC. Waiting for group to begin.
So that is my complaint for the week. Peeing that happens at really inopportune times, (although when is peeing your pants ever opportune?) and say you know, either 27 years too late or about 50 years too early in my life, and it's not just the herculean effort of blowing my nose that gets me to pee - it's a sudden burst of laughter, a sneeze, or heaven forbid I jump on the tramp. That'll jiggle and jostle the pee right outta me. And heartburn - oh and the fact that I am HUGE. My belly is a large, large vessel. 6 months, though. I am making progress on cooking this little R guy of mine! Oh Little Baby...you have no idea how much I am sacrificing to make you. :)
Photo - my belluh at 24 weeks. Big Big Thing.
But it still remains that--
pregnancy is so undignified.