With pregnancy comes gas. The kind that passes through one's ass. During this, my second pregnancy, I care EVEN LESS about being courteous - or whatever - about this side effect. Sometimes it's controllable, but many times it's not! It's just a thing. Everything is squished in there and the clinch & hold is not eeeeven happening right now. I'm having a hard enough time keeping pee inside of me.
I could regale you with stories of 'tooting' in public but for some reason I'm feeling shy about it. Hehe. So just give a pregnant lady a break - that's all I have to say about that.
Except for this one thing, which is to say that my backup plan in any scenario in which I don't want to own up to a fart is to blame it on Emmett.
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