Here's something you may not know about me:
I can no longer make it from point A to point B without having to pee.
For example... right before I leave my office at 5pm each day, I go to the bathroom first. Then I hop on the subway for a nice, short 10-minute ride to Union Station.
But now (unlike before), as soon as I get off the subway, I have to madly dash for the Union Station bathroom for fear of not making it through the train ride home without bursting.
This is sad for many reasons.
But the main reason I find it sad and depressing? I must resort to using the World's Most Disgusting Washroom every day.
Ah yes, Union Station bathrooms. I like to call them the Trainspotting bathrooms. (If you've seen Trainspotting, you know the horror I'm referring to). They're nasty, people. I don't even want to go into detail, as I really don't like making my dear readers sick to their stomachs.
(Therefore, I won't tell you about the thick, curly pubic hair that was staring up at me from the edge of the seat yesterday. Or the unidentifiable stain on the floor I couldn't help but shrink with fear from. Or the freezing cold water that sprays with such a strong force that it feels like you're being poked by a million needles while trying to wash your hands. Which - in turn - results in water "run off" all over your jacket, pants and sometimes even face.)
No, no... instead - I'll just tell you that they're gross.
And I'll admit here and now, that even though I'm loving pregnancy, there are SOME things about being pregnant that just aren't enjoyable in any way, shape or form.
Nope. Don't like this peeing constantly thing one bit.
There - I'm human. I admit it. I'm not all schmultzy and "oh pregnancy is WONDERFUL!" all the time.
I'm sure my baby will understand.