The Mad Bladder
Have I gone mad? Or is my bladder bad?
On Friday, my girlfriends and I participated in the American Heroes 5K in Fallon, Nevada held by Financial Horizons Credit Union. As you know, I gave birth to my son almost three months ago. Although I was a little worried about going out of town and leaving my son behind, I was anxious to have some time away with my girls, as well as get some exercise outdoors.
The canon went off and we began running. As soon as we rounded the corner, I realized that with each step, step, step, there was a drip, drip, drip. What the hell? Oh shit, I had a baby three months ago. I didn’t think this through. I thought well maybe once I’m running a little while, it’ll stop. Nope! Thank god it was hot, I was sweaty already and the race ended with water from the fire hose!
As cute as my son is, there is no action without incontinence. Dammit, I mean consequence.
My dearest son,
Every time I laugh, sneeze, or cough, I think of you.
Now you’ve made your way into my thoughts while I run. As sweet as it may sound that you are always in my mind, the truth of the matter is, I think of you every time I pee my pants.