A Girl Can Dream

I have always been a big drinker. I drink all day long, I always have a full glass in the kitchen and I always bring one to bed at night. I love to drink. That may not be surprising to any of you but what might shock you is that what is in my cup is usually water or juice not alcohol.
I know you presumed otherwise!

So I am a huge fan of liquids. I need a full glass when I sit down to dinner while it is not uncommon for E to sit down without a cup and not even get up parched after eating his meal. What is that about?

With all this drinking comes peeing. I am a person who goes to the bathroom often due to the water consumption. They go hand in hand, so I really cannot complain. What I can complain about is the fact that I have to go to the bathroom at least 15 times a day since I became pregnant. Last night I was up at least three times. I try and go right before I fall asleep, and I always go at least by 7am and during the night? I am lucky if I wake up one time.
So frickin lucky.

I went to the bathroom often when I was pregnant with the twins, but a bit later in the pregnancy when the kids were doing the jig on my bladder (as witnessed on ultrasounds!), not from week 4. If you have been reading this blog for awhile you will know I am germ phobic and a public restroom is my worst nightmare. I know it is just a matter of time before I am hitting up every public restroom in sight if I leave the house for longer then 20 minutes.
I dread that time.

Really, what pregnant women need are "pregnant lady" public restrooms. With a large door to fit our big asses through and high toilets so we can actually get off of the seat with ease!
We would promise to keep it very clean for each other and we would have Tide to go pens in there so we can wipe off the stains we make on our shirts because our stomach no longer fits under any table, or allows us to get within 3 feet of said table. We could have skinny mirrors that made us all look as pretty as we were pre-pregnancy! We would have a massuesse to rub our tired backs while we are washing our hands. We would nod in pasing when one of us sneezed because we knew that she just peed in her pants a little.
Then she would nod back when we coughed because she knew we just did the same.
Life, would be wonderful.