Moms Can’t Pee Alone and Other News
A week ago today I got to do one of the rarest things that I ever get to do. I went to the bathroom alone, with the door closed, and nobody frantically called for me from outside the door. My daughter was still asleep and my husband had already left for work. Pee, peace, and quiet.
Side note: I know moms always complain about not getting to go to the bathroom alone and I get it, I really do, but in the grand scheme of things I’d much rather do other things by myself, like eat or shower. It would be nice to have a meal where I wasn’t constantly giving bites to my daughter so she could decide she wants some of it only to end up throwing food that I could have otherwise been eating onto the floor. And the last time my daughter joined me in the shower she dumped a pitcher of cold water down my back while I was shaving my legs, because she is the worst.
Anyway, back to the toilet. So there I sat, basking in the silence of the morning, and watching in wonder as the second pink line appeared on the pregnancy test.
That’s right, I’m pregnant, again.
And this was written a little over two months ago in the heat of summer with the air conditioner whirring constantly in the background. If all has gone according to plan, it is Halloween (or Halloween-ish) and blessedly chilly. Or at least not 90 degrees.
This is going to be a short post. Really I just wanted to do the whole “humble brag pregnancy announcement” thing and have an excuse to show off because… well because there are only so many more times that I will get to say, “I’m pregnant”.
This whole experience has been worlds different than the last time. Firstly, because being pregnant while also running after a toddler is a horse of a different color, but secondly, a lot of things are old hat. And speaking of old hats, did you know that once you hit 35 you get a shiny diagnosis of “Advanced Maternal Age”? Yeah, that’s a thing I will be talking about in great detail next week.
Happy Halloween everyone. I hope your children don’t notice when you pillage all their good candy. And I hope the walk around the neighborhood trick or treating puts them into a long and blissful sleep.