Well, here I am, at 37 weeks and 3 days: extremely frustrated and forever swollen with a bladder that I don't think will ever feel empty again. My husband and I are anxiously awaiting July 14th at 5:00am...yes, A.M. The other day at my checkup, we came this close to having the delivery moved up a week, but alas...no dice. Well, it was nice to have had the possibilty for 3.5 minutes. **sigh**It will be interesting to see if the twins get up at 2:00am, 4:00am, and 5:30am. That's the times they are waking me up now to pee (and I use that term loosely) every night. Seriously, every night...like clockwork.
It takes me at least 7 minutes to sit up, scoot to the edge of the bed ever so slowly so I don't wet myself, get to my feet and stand as erect as cro-magnon man, then try to stand like a semi-evolved human, then shuffle to the bathroom like a 99-year-old woman. Any normal person would be able to do all this, pee, and return to bed in a matter of about 90 seconds. Remember now, this 7 minutes is how long it takes me to get to the bathroom.
The actual act of peeing in the middle of the night is a whole other saga. That takes about 4 minutes and seriously (skip this part if you don't want to continue to hear about my pee) the 4 minute episode that you think could fill a pool, would maybe fill up the cap of a tube of toothpaste. And I don't even mean one of those new no-mess huge circle caps. I'm talking old school. I have to pee.



