I am sitting here on the couch, doing the pee-pee dance while I go down the list of my Google Reader subscriptions, wondering why I’m doing this on purpose?
Am I in a car with no rest area in site? No.
Am I in a movie theater, just about to figure out the ‘who-dun-it’ of the film? No.
Am I in the middle of a gynecological exam? Again, no.
So why am I, a grown woman, acting like a five year old, threatening to pee my pants because I’m too busy playing on my computer?
Puh-lease, lady! Go use the bathroom! Stop fighting your weakened postpartum bladder already! You’re about to lose!…