Friends...I have a confession to make. I didn't want to say anything, because it just makes it more "real".
Remember this post? The one in which I boasted about my fabulous, incredible *sob*, wonderful bladder?
Well, things...*sniffle*...I just...*cry*...IT'S JUST NOT THE SAME!!!
I don't understand this. How can I make through 5 pregnancies, 5 deliveries (a couple those including 14 inch heads), and come out with an unscathed bladder...only to have it all go to pot (*snort* pun intended) on me a couple years later?!
How is this fair???? I don't get this!
Here's the dealio (yes, another Despicable Me quote)...if my bladder is full to bursting, things are a little bit what I'd call "difficult to control". If we aren't at the "over capacity" stage, things are still golden (and keep in mind, my "full bladder" is probably somewhere in the 1-2 gallon range).
Yes, if my bladder is under the 1 gallon limit, everything is just fine...I can laugh, sneeze, jump on trampolines all day. Well, all day until my bladder exceeds it's special little "over capacity-ness". Then look out.
I'll knock down children and old ladies on my quest to get to the nearest bathroom. I'll leap tall buildings in a single bound, just to empty this bladder before it decides to start on it's own!
It's a shame. The old girl has forsaken me.
Time to amp up the Kegels. (You just did one, didn't you?)