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I love being a mom. Am I perfect? Lord no. Do I do my best? Yes, I give being a Mom everything I have. Sometimes motherhood dishes out stuff that leaves me wondering what the heck? Why me? Like mom's wet pants. I had 2 decent, pretty normal pregnancies. C weighed 9 lbs 9 oz. and K weighed 9 lbs. 11 oz. They were both pretty big boys. I gained 70 lbs in my first pregnancy and 75 with the second. Not the average or norm according the my Dr. but I was doing what I was told and didn't end up with gestational diabetes or anything so I just took it as I just gain more than most women do. There are things that I was not informed of though for after my children were born. Thanks to those two 9 lb. whoppers I didn't realize they would take a toll on my exercise routine later down the road. My body definitely ain't what she used to be. I realized that more than ever this past week.

C was home from school sick. He had an upset stomach which ended up being a 24 hour stomach bug. He laid around for a while at first and then come bed time he was tossing his chicken and noodles. He is 8 and usually knows the feeling of oh man I'm going to throw up. Poor boy this time wasn't quick enough the first time. I was cleaning up the hallway bathroom with towels and Lysol. From the first time he projectile vomited as a infant I realized I can not handle cleaning up puke. The smell kicks me in the nose and I'm gagging and getting sick myself. You're probably wondering what does cleaning up puke have to do with wet pants? Well Mama's bladder doesn't like throw up either. As I'm cleaning up the smelly mess from the floor with one hand and covering my face with shirt and my other hand I'm gagging and coughing like mad. What happens to Mama after she has had 2 whopper of babies? Her bladder is turned to a leaky faucet at any given moment. This moment happened to be cleaning up after my boy. So when coughing and gagging gets harsh yes I wet my pants. It also happens when I jump on the trampoline, go running or attempt many jumping jacks at one time. If you see me out and see me with my legs crossed and my hand up to my face, don't worry I'm just about to sneeze and if I don't assume the position I'll be wishing I had a Poise in my pocket.

I have been assured that this is normal for some women. During a chat with some other bloggers I learned I am not alone! Do I avoid running? Nope. I go with dark colored bottoms, a Poise if I know I'm going to be at it for a while and a good sense of humor. When I was googling about my issue I came across a post from Shut up and run and thought she takes on the issue just like me. She also shares some tips to help minimize or even stop the peeing while on the run.

So I have learned to laugh at myself but not too hard because well you know. Have you learned to laugh at yourself lately? You can check out more of my Mom's wet pants humor in my Mama's ode to Poise post where I share a little poem with y'all.