Yet another gift of motherhood. As if sleep deprivation and stretch marks weren’t enough, yep…we get to pee our pants. I mean seriously…I’m only 34 and I have accidents! If I laugh too hard or wait a second too long it’s pretty much a guarantee. Heaven forbid I sneeze!
I don’t ever remember anyone telling me about this part. With all of the advice I received, most of which I never even asked for, nobody bothered to mention to register for diapers for myself as well as the baby!
This wasn’t so much of an issue after my first child but I’m convinced that this second one took my pelvic floor out with him! My youngest sister-in-law is very much a fashionista and is always trying to convince me to try one of those cute little rompers. You know, Garanimals for grownups. Unfortunately,I had to explain to her the reality that any outfit which would require me to get naked and have a 30 minute head start into the bathroom wouldn’t exactly work for me.
I’ve asked my doctor about medications, but he said they all cause dry mouth and who wants to deal with cotton in your throat all the time! So I guess I’ll just wear a panty liner and dribble on… but just a quick word of advice, if you ever see a woman with a panicked look on her face racing towards the restroom, do not stop, do not collect $200, MOVE OUT OF HER WAY!!!