A cry for help no Mother ever wants to hear!!

The horrifying cries no parent wants to ever hear from the mouth of their three year old who is taking a bath fell upon my ears and silenced the room.  I am confident I had a look of sheer horror on my face.  My heart was racing, my eyes went blurry, my tummy churned with a gut wrenching pang.  It was an overwhelming experience and I can't get it out of my mind.  It is something every mom out there prays they will never have happen to them. I'm still quite ill over it.....I even threw up.  You know what I'm about to say don't you?  The cries are still fresh in my mind and I hope you never ever have to hear this exclamation come from you child's mouth




"Mommy, I poo pooed in the bathtub.  Come see."




Oh Holy Crap!!  Yuck!!  Yuck!!! Yuck!!!!  Why did this happen to me??  WHY??  Like being pregnant doesn't make me feel nauseated enough, I have to deal with this too??  What sucks even more is that I had planned on an early bedtime for the kids and I was going to take a nice hot bubble bath and relax.  It doesn't matter how much I just bleached and scrubbed that tub though, I'm sure I won't be able to relax in it for months after witnessing the poop massacre that occurred in it this evening.  


Other than that, I am feeling a little better.  It's been a hectic couple of weeks with my ER trips and multiple trebutaline shots, which by the way, made me feel like what I imagine a crack head suffering from withdrawals would feel like, but I am feeling a little better on and off.  My OB wants me to take 6-8 hours of rest though to ease the irritated uterus crap and keep my contractions from actually dilating me. I laughed at her and asked if she meant just to get 6-8 hours of sleep.  She said no 6-8 hours on top of sleep.  I told her it was impossible and that she was crazy!! She laughed.
I think she though I was joking.
I wasn't.
I also have decided to avoid wearing any kind of dress or skirt because I am confident I am walking around with a little leg hanging out of my vagina that is doing kung fu moves.  Talk about being uncomfortable!  It's like my uterus is a bounce house and my cervix is one of those long paper banners that football players bust through and tear apart.  There is finally a light at the end of my uterine tunnel though.  I only have 2 months to go!!  So please pray for me as I try to make it out of this pregnancy alive and in tact and without committing any violent crimes.  

RIP Uterus, RIP...