Multitalented.

Back in the days of Ironman training, I was one of those folks who had a mental block about peeing on the bike. Have never been able to do it.

Let's just say...controlling my bladder should no longer be an issue. Mostly because I have relinquished all control of it. It's quite humbling, actually. Being pregnant with this little lady sitting on my jumping on bladder like it's a trampoline has left me running to the bathroom with more frequency than an FM radio throughout the day.

Not only do I always feel like I need to pee, but I can pee freely and at will. And, of course, accidentally.

Clearly it can only mean one thing.

I'm multitalented.

Kind of like walking and chewing gum...or patting my head and rubbing my belly at the same time.

I laugh. I pee. Hormones take over and I cry over a Home Depot commercial. There's a strong possibility I'll pee. And when I'm hugging zee toilet because I'm one of the lucky 6% that gets to be sick THE WHOLE NINE MONTHS [I'm just that special]...there is a high probability that I'll pee mid-hurl.

Let's just say that wasn't exactly my finest moment. I totally glamorous!
[At least I can laugh about it now, so that has to count for something, right?]



Perhaps I should just packing a few extra pairs of pants during the day?

No doubt that moving forward, I'll be able to save valuable time in long course triathlon by peeing on the bike. Let's just hope it doesn't require the accompaniment of hysterics, laughter or vomiting to make an appearance.

See? Pregnancy isn't so different than Ironman training, afterall!

And by my calculations, if Ironman and Pregnancy are so similar...at 34 weeks and 3 days, I'm nearing the end of my final build. Although those tapering nerves have already started to rear its ugly head.