(Don't) Jump Around

The pressure in my abdomen is building. It definitely took a turn for the worse during a wedding on Saturday. See, in Wisconsin we like to celebrate occasions with the song "Jump Around." Perhaps it is done in other cultures as well. Anyhoo, sure enough, the song came on, and I decided to try jumping around. So I cradled my belly in my arms for support and started jumping. I guess I neglected to support my bladder though, because within about 30 seconds, maybe less, I had peed my self a little bit and had an intense urge to finish the job. So I let out a little itty bitty shriek and ran (literally) towards the bathroom. I was followed by a fellow wedding guest who wanted to make sure I wasn't in labor. "No," I explained. "I just peed myself." Labor would have been such a better excuse...