Monday, April 6, 2009

tmi.

i'm sorry, but this is involves bodily functions and may be too much information for a general audience. go ahead and just close the browser, walk away, and come back another day.

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i don't understand poop.

i mean, i PRAYED (quite literally)for 5 or 6 days at a time that i'd just for the love of Mary poop already. when i'd go in for my check-ups at two-week intervals, the doc would at times say "WHOA!" at the weight gain, and then i'd shamefully have to explain that all i wanted was to poop, and it'd been a week since my plea had been granted.


fast forward to today.

i can't stop. i'm just trying to get through my day without having to make ANOTHER bathroom trip. it's not like a stomach bug or anything. and i want it, and need it to stop. i mean, come on. i just want to answer phone calls and harass old people for money without having to excuse myself every 20 minutes.

is that too much to ask, colon? is it?

i didn't think so.

1 comment:

Glamorous Life of a House Wife said...

I wish your colon would give mine a good talkin' to. I have NEVER been "regular" and this pregnancy thing isn't helping matters any. It's miserable, huh?