Waving the White Flag

A certain body part of mine has given up.  It has basically said to me, "Over the past 6 years, you have placed 5 children on top of me.  Twice, you have put 2 at a time on top of me. I am tired of being squished, pushed, slammed, and pressed. I surrender!"  

That's right, my poor little bladder has raised the white flag.  Every sneeze, cough, lift or motion other than walking causes it teeter on the brink of failure.   And I don't blame it one bit.  It'd be tired too.  Especially when at my most recent ultrasound, it showed Baby A with his adorable little head resting right on top of it.  He's basically head down, with all his body weight shoving onto my bladder. If I were a teeny little bladder with a big baby head pushing on me, I'd be giving up too.

Although there are many reasons why I want my little friends to stay in and cook a little longer, I won't miss the creep of panic every time I feel a sneeze coming on once they arrive.   Right now, I spend half my day in the restroom trying to appease my excretory organ - I figure the more I can keep it close to empty the longer and more willing it will be to hang on.

In addition to Countdown to Sleeping Better, Taking Less than 10 Minutes to Get Out of Bed, Walking without a Waddle, Wearing Clothes that Don't Look Like Tents, and Seeing my Feet Again I am anxiously awaiting my dear bladder resuming normal function.