Know your limits. This phrase made perfect sense to me in college, when, preparing for a night of drinking in downtown Athens (Go Dawgs!), I made a mental note to myself that I would have no more than 3 vodka and red bulls. I knew my limits � more than 3 and I would be keeled over a toilet in the ladies' restroom at my favorite watering hole, and would have to spend three dollars to get a cab home, knocking my weekly budget off by a third! Now, this directive has an entirely different meaning that I am pregnant. I discovered this new perspective as I walked along the Silver Comet Trail � a greenway near my house that is perfect for walking, running, biking and rollerblading. It is the type of trail that has one public restroom at the beginning, and no other until you reach the end � in Alabama.
I made sure to use the oh so tidy facilities before starting out on my usual three mile trek, but was surprised to find the need to go again after less than a mile. With no restroom in sight, and no toilet paper in my pocket, I realized that I'd just have to walk a little faster to reach my half-way mark, turn around, and speed walk back to the beginning, where I could take care of business.
In short, my bladder has become my enemy � reminding me of its presence so much more often that it used to -- demanding attention that it never used to require.
At one of my first ob appointments my doctor asked if I was using the bathroom more than usual. I naively answered that I am used to drinking a lot of water throughout the day, so go to the restroom quite often. By my second appointment, I realized what he was really asking � are you going to the bathroom twenty times a day? And when you go, does nothing much come out? I am sure now I use the facilities as least five times in the middle of the night, and no telling how many times during the day! It is, at the very least, a bit inconvenient.
So, now I know my limits. No physical activities for me that don't have conveniently located restrooms nearby. No more road trips straight through. My husband Rich and I plan at least five rest stops into our travel schedules these days.
I can't wait until I am back to my normal routine! Oh wait, that's not going to happen anytime soon.