I wasn't really feeling up to a run this morning, so I decided to take Norah for a walk instead. When we walk, we typically walk a route that's 2 miles. So, we were walking along just fine, but at about .5 miles, my guts grumbled at me with an early message of "Hey, you need to poop."
Confident I could ignore such conversation until we got home, I continued on. But by the time we reached our turn around, my guts' message was a bit more urgent: "HEY! You need to poop!"
I figured it was good that we were headed home and I would just walk a bit faster. About 10 feet later, my guts were getting very sassy: "HEY! You need to poop NOW. Better run for it!"
And that's when I broke into a run. Thankfully, I always dress for walks as I would for a run, and Norah was in the BOB, so when we had to pick up the pace and make a run for it, we were well equipped for the change in plans. But despite being able to run and being outfitted to run, the urgency did not dissipate by running. In fact, it only got increasingly worse the closer we got to home.
I was running as fast as I could, probably the fastest I've run through the entire duration of this pregnancy, and I was only a few blocks from home when I found myself scanning the nearby shrubbery and trees to see if there was any, ANY, place I could duck behind and relieve myself. But, really, nothing offered the amount of protection that would be necessary to protect my dignity, so I just ran as fast as my preggo legs would carry me and hoped I could make it.
I ran right up to the door of our condo, threw open the door, dashed Norah and the stroller inside -- nearly plowing straight through an awaiting Scooter dog -- quickly unbuckled Norah and lifted her down and then made the final sprint for the bathroom. And...
...I made it! I was practically giddy with relief.
It's been awhile since my last near-poopcident (in fact, I'm pretty sure the last time I had a near-poo-in-the-pants was this time when I was pregnant with Norah*), and on the plus side, I guess I can say that the one symptom I don't suffer from during pregnancy is constipation!
*As a footnote, when I was searching for this particular post to link to, I entered the term "poop" to search my posts, and I had 104 results! Clearly, I have no qualms sharing with you people about my bodily functions!