Potty Talk

We all know that feeling.

It happens often when you're a kid and playing hide-and-seek. You've found the perfect hiding spot, and you're crouched there, breathing as quietly as you can, listening for the person who's "It," every nerve tingling at the prospect of being discovered. After a few minutes pass, you realize you really, really, really have to go to the bathroom.

And when you finally get to go, it's pure relief.

Going to the bathroom these days is such an anticlimactic experience. I get that feeling to really, really, really needing to go -- which is especially unpleasant at 4:30 in the morning -- and when I get to the bathroom, there's no more than a mere trickle. I have to admit, even after several days of this, I sit there thinking, "That's IT? Really?"

Anyway, this is all probably too much information for most of you, but it's ridiculously early for a Saturday morning, and I had nothing better to do than share about my latest bathroom experiences.

At least that's pretty much the extent of my pregnancy woes. I'm grateful for the little things in life right now.