The joys of being pregnant

Yes, there are many joys to pregnancy; the feeling of a life growing inside of you. The anticipation a meeting this little person who shares your DNA. The smiles you get from people when they see your ever-expanding tummy. And, of course, the eating of pretty much what you want, when you want.

And let's not forget the built in excuse for going from zero to stark-raving crazy in .5 seconds.

Yup, being pregnant is a joy, but I am finding out some of the not-so-joyous stuff that I never experienced with Elise.

This baby is carrying so low, that I think he's using my bladder as a water bed. Or a trampoline. Seriously, every time he moves, I have to pee. Last night alone, I got up 10 times. Ten times, people. When you go to bed at 11:00 pm and wake up around 7:00 am, that's about every 45 minutes.

There is a well-worn path from my side of the bed to the toilet, and I think I actually fell asleep while sitting on it a few nights ago. And the saddest part of all? Elise and I now have something in common; we have both peed our pants sometime during the last week. In my defence, I DID sneeze. She was just too lazy to stop playing and head to the potty.

I cannot wait until I can claim my bladder is my own again, but until then I'm seriously contemplating the Depends route at night.

Is being 33 and wearing a diaper really that lame?