Horrifying moment

I had a horrifying moment yesterday.

I warn you, if you don’t like to read about bodily functions, stop reading now. Otherwise, please continue as I share an embarrassing moment that really should not be on a public blog.

Anyway. I was jumping on a neighbor’s trampoline yesterday. I jumped once. Twice. Then I had to stop. I didn’t want to. I HAD to.

For those women out there who have pushed a baby through their birth canal, you probably know where this is headed.

That’s right. I wet my pants.

I’ve been warned about the loss of bladder control after delivering a baby. But hey, I’m two years out from having my daughter – I shouldn’t be wetting my pants in front of the neighbors.

It’s not like I’m a professional trampoline bouncer, but I’d like to be able to play in the backyard with my daughter without having to scurry home in embarrassment. I’d also like to hold on to my proper bladder functioning until I’m at least into my 30s. I just don’t think that’s too much to ask.

So, why am I sharing this intensely personal and embarrassing moment on a blog? Well, I’m glad you asked.

I need answers — that’s why. I know there are moms out there just like me who have hidden this dark little mommy secret every time they get on a moon bounce or trampoline. I know you are out there.

So please, help me. What can I do?

More than anything, I’d just like to know that I’m not a total mess and that there are other mothers out there like me.

Perhaps we could start a support group – or even get matching jackets! Whoa, I’m getting way too excited.

So please, share your stories and don’t forget that you get the luxury of being anonymous, whereas I just wrote about my urine on a blog with my name and picture on it.

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