by supermom » April 30th, 2006, 8:20 pm
Glad to see you back. Your potty story reminds me of one. Even though I grew up in the country, I have never been one to pee outside. Anyway, I had a broken leg, two babies, and I was only 2 months post partum. It was Christmas, so it was really cold outside. We had just driven through the last town there is until we get to my parents. You see, my husband was taking a SHORT CUT through the country between his grandparents and my parents homes. Well, about 20 miles out of town, the urge hit. I needed to pee and I needed to now. So, he pulled over. Then, I just looked at him. Remember---I had a broken leg-in a cast broken. So my husband came to my side of the car and helped me get seated on the edge of the door frame. But, I was afraid I was going to pee on my clothes. So, I completely took off my pants and panties. Then, I didn't want to sit on the door frame because I was afraid I would get pee in the car. So, there I was practically naked standing on the side of the road on crutches with my hubby standing beside me just looking puzzled and freezing and wishing I would just go ahead and do it. So, he held my broken leg up out of the way, and I squatted, holding on to the car door and let er go. I swear, it felt like I peed for an hour. My poor husband was downhill from me, so it got all over his boots. Anyway, when I was done, I still had to stand up (one legged) and figure out how to get back into the car without stepping in the puddle. We have never laughed so hard. For Valentines day the following February, he got me a little potty chair to keep in the trunk so I wouldn't have to squat again. I survived and so will you. Everytime you have to go to the bathroom, just think---at least I am not on the side of the road in the snow in the middle of nowhere!!