Gotta Go

As of today, our little one is six weeks old, which all of you post-preggers know really means one month old. So sufficeth to say, he/she is really tiny -- about the size of a BB pellet.

However, its small stature hasn't kept baby from settling in on top of my bladder. Maybe baby isn't big enough yet to exert pressure, but something about its location or pregnancy in general has made me a frequent visitor to the ladies' room.


Last night, just between the time I brushed my teeth and closed my eyes, I made a record SIX trips to the restroom. Perhaps that is too much information for some of you, but it's too much peeing for me.


Too bad I can't get a card punched each time I go. I'm sure I'd get a free burrito by now.
Well, gotta go ... again.