So, five kids, you know? Five, averaged sized kids squeezed through my netherlands...not too shabby, huh?
Chatting with a pediatrician at work recently, he asked, "How're your four kids?"
"Oh, no" says I, "I have five!"
With a knowing look (he and his OB/GYN wife have four kiddos, in very. rapid. succession)...he says, "Five...so how's that bladder control goin' for ya?"
And now, my friends, I am going to boast. Boast, brag, pat myself on the back.
MY bladder control is amazing. Ah-May-Zing!! You'd think...you'd even probably expect, that I would be a dribbler (and, ah...I'm not talkin' basketball). That I would cross my legs in a fit of laughter, avoid trampolines at all costs, and sit my ("jiggly", as E.W. calls it) butt on the toilet should I dare even think about coughing.
Ah, yes, you'd think! But, alas...it is not so! Not only do I have a bladder the size of Texas (shout out to all you Texans!!), but my control is impeccable. Occasionally, when my gigantic bladder is nearing peak capacity, you may discover a couple of little drips (well, actually, I hope it is not you who discovers it...just sayin', you know?), but gosh who doesn't do that, right? Right?
All things considered, I impress myself (sheesh, that's a little vain)...when my girl friends and I are talking and they start in on bladder control, I sit in silence. Privately basking in the glow of my ability to laugh while spread eagle, to jog a bit without wetting my pants.
I'm kind of a legend among my friends. They look at me with a mixture of awe and envy.
And in completely unrelated, but still fun news...stop on back tomorrow for "Five Question Friday"! Check it out in my community!