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Dignified Woman

They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the Academy grounds, I was a different woman. I was in such a state that I was begging my husband to pull over so I could sneak behind a tree. Now, it's not like we were in a forest-like area where the trees are so big and lush you could disappear in an instant. No. These were skinny little trees about a mile apart from each other. My husband informed me in an irate voice that we would get arrested for indecent exposure. With tears streaming down my face and driving my poor husband to the brink of insanity, we finally made it to the hospital and I was able to find some relief. My husband once told me that I am a dignified woman. I like to think so, but when it comes to this kind of thing, dignity flies out the window.

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