It is a cruel irony of pregnancy (one of many): You desperately want to “stock up” on sleep, knowing that all too soon you’ll be horribly deprived. But your body is being taken over by your unborn child. The first casualty of this hostile takeover? Your bladder. Therefore, you are forced to visit the little girl’s room an unimaginable number of times during the day just to free up space. And the battle for territory doesn’t end when the sun goes down. You find yourself making the pilgrimage to the porcelain throne in the nocturnal hours too.
It’s just not fair, I say. Are there not enough indignities to suffer during pregnancy? Must we also be slaves to the bathroom both day and night?! I say no!! The line must be drawn. And I have drawn it – through the plush carpeting in front of our master bathroom. I will not cross that line at night! I will wait to use the bathroom until I get up in the morning!
(And I have never been happier to get up at
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The good thing about plush carpeting is lines can be "redrawn" if necessary! : )
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