Jul. 7, 2009 - The Indignities of Pregnancy.
I am bound and determined to keep this pregnancy under 200 pounds. You snort, but I have shattered this mark often with the other kids. How a fairly normal sized person blows up to such great proportions, I don't know. It just is. As I had achieved Total Hottie Status--dedicated readers will recognize that as the weight at which I married Mr. Wonderful lo these 18 years ago--just prior to this pregnancy, I think I have middlin' chance of success.
To that end, I jogged and joggled my ever expanding belly around the neighborhood for 18 weeks. For the past four, I've transitioned into walking and waddling it around.
This past week, a new indignity struck. I couldn't waddle 30 minutes without needing a potty break. Thank goodness, the centrally located elementary school is open and has an accommodating secretary who lets me hit the loo.
Still, something a tad humiliating with having to pop your head in the office and say, "It's me, the preganant lady. Can I use your bathroom?"
Today, it finally occurred to me to secure future permission. "I think this may happen a lot this summer. If you see me buzz in, can I just go to the restroom without coming to the office first each time?"
While I may have to pee in the first grade potty, at least I no longer feel like a first grader by having to ask to do so.
Blessings, Holly
