Oh no, here we go...

So today was a small milestone in my very first pregnancy. It was the first time I've almost peed my pants. For real.

One second, just putzing around on my computer, sloooowly easing myself into my work day, and another, I am doing the waddle-power walk to the bathroom as fast as my poor hunched body can take me. You know which one I am talking about, you've all witnessed this walk in some unsuspecting pregnant woman either in the mall or at church or wherever.

That was me. Its official: The baby has found my bladder. I can just imagine this little punk going "Hmmm... poke poke. Poke. What's this thing? Kick. Kick. Kick." I've felt the kicks on the outside before, but this was a complete bladder assault. And my thermos-full of orange juice that I drank this morning on my way to work almost didn't survive.

Goodness gracious. So anyways, we had a little heart to heart, me and the baby. We discussed that there was a time and a place for these little discoveries, and early morning in the office was not okay.

Mike and I are getting our first look at the little troublemaker at our ultrasound tomorrow, and I have to say at this point, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it favors it's father in looks... its sure seems to have inherited his hyperactive, sometimes overimaginative personality. Too bad its my bladder at stake, and not his.