way past the break of dawn, my friends.
So let just throw it out there....Constipation. There, I said it. it's really real people.
Today, as I was about to enter a patient's room, I suddenly knew it was hurl time. So I made for the fastest potty location and took care of business. Unfortunately that was just the side effect of how crazy my stomach is. It's a traffic jam, basically, and the only way out is to throw it into reverse. Just saying. How could one small fruit shaped baby cause so much havoc? I think this is preparation for when he is a thirteen year old smelly socked boy or when she is fifteen and thinks that miniskirts with thigh high boots are super cool. I'll just look back and remeber this day. How I curled up in the bathroom and tried not to cry while my mom tried to convince me I wasn't going to die via cell phone. I did not die.
Later though, I wet my pants a little when I coughed. I think it's time to step up the kegel regimen. and eat more salads.
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