i was over at jimmie's fascinating blog and she had started the topic of squatty potties--with photos!  i started to comment on her entry and felt like i just had too much to share for a comment , so here goes...

our first real home on the mish field was a quaint, 2 room peach house with a large front garden filled with roses and covered with grape vines.  inside this affordable and conveniently-located little charmer was an ancient bathroom with a squatty-potty.  i didn't like the potty, but i did like the convenience of running water, something our first temp apartment with western toilet had not seen fit to provide on a regular basis. 

6 months into our first term, i was pregnant with our first child.  i promptly lost 20 lbs, mostly in the said location above.  i became different--i was in culture shock.  what had been such "interesting" and "culturally enlightening" learning experiences to me before, completely changed.  (can you see this coming???)

i gently told my husband, "GET ME A REAL TOILET OR GET ME A PLANE TICKET!"  MISH LESSON #1: PREGNANCY AND CULTURE SHOCK, IN COMBINATION, CAN BE LETHAL TO YOUR MISH EXPERIENCE.

(i do have a photo of the infamous squatty before it was replaced, but it's stored back in the u.s. from the days before digital).

btw, i was quite nervous about what the landlady would say when i changed out the toilet. after all, as a gung-ho mish, you want to enculturate as much as possible and not appear like you think you're own way of doing things is "better". right?  i shouldn't have worried.  when she found out, she kissed me, she was so thrilled.  

i think that is probably as much as everyone can handle on the subject of our first, personal squatty potty.  stay tuned for another blog on outhouses, with photos, in the next installment of "all in a day's...work?"