Diary of a Pregnant woman

(Warning: More information than you need to know will follow. Proceed without judgement.)

Scott and I went to a powder puff game last Friday to support our students. On our way out, I stopped to use the restroom. Just as I entered the stall, I sneezed and out came the pee. I still had my pants on. Luckily it wasn't my full bladder, but nonetheless it was quite a bit.

To top it off, we were on our way to spend the night at Scott's sister's house and that's when I realized it: the nagging feeling that I forgot something was for underwear. I didn't pack any underwear.

I'm awesome.

This wasn't exactly the first time this happened. Several weeks ago, after months of doing nothing but rocking myself in the fetal position, I thought I would have a stretching session for my poor stiff muscles. I was standing, reaching for my toes when I thought I felt a little gas bubble in my hindquarters. But when I tried to gently push it out, I peed my pants. At least this time it didn't poor down my leg and soak them. :)