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Bladder Control

Here's a funny fun-fact from the weekend...

My husband (in my opinion) is hilarious.  He constantly makes me laugh and it's usually about the dumbest things.


We came home from dinner and I was telling him something about keeping the laundry room (mud room) door shut when we're not in there, because it helps keep the animals out of there and so on...

We're walking in through the garage, into the mud room (where we dump our shoes).  He walks in and slams the inside house door to the mud room in my face.  I just bust our laughing because clearly I meant to say that when we aren't home it needs to be shut, not now.

So, I'm laughing, taking my shoes off and then my husband moves (and he may have even said boo) and scares the crap out of me.  So much so that I scream and then fall to my hands and knees laughing.

This would have been funny enough if I had stopped here, however it doesn't.

Because we had just spent an hour eating dinner and I was drinking water the whole time, so by the time we got home, it was only going to be a little bit before I was going to have to go.  But, because of the above silliness, I couldn't control my bladder and before I knew it.  I was peeing my pants.


Telling this story to my mom a couple days later still brought tears to my eyes because I was laughing so hard!

After writing this out, I realize now that it's not as funny in text... but still hilarious to me.


Allison said…
I'm totally laughing just imagining you on the ground laughing...and then feeling bad for laughing at you peeing your pants! But if you find it hilarious...I'll laugh freely :)
Hahaha. My mom peed her pants while playing Cranium on Saturday night and she made me promise not to blog about it...and now I am jealous! Because it was HYSTERICAL.
christi said…
Ha! that is funny. i'm a happy hopeful, too. lost pregnancy #1 in june. so happy for you and looking forward to following your journey.
Leah said…
Thank you for the Kegel reminder! ;)

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