Prior to having my daughter I used to be a bit of a camel when it came to the loo. Now, I can’t even make it through washing the dishes!
Coughing and sneezing terrifies me and laughing, Oh my god! I narrowly escaped a very embarrassing moment a few months back when walking home from the pub with my husband. A giggling fit ensued, I can’t remember over what, but I quickly tied my jacket around my waist, sat down on the pavement (very busy road), used all my powers of concentration and what’s left of my pelvic floor muscles to stop myself, which made us laugh even harder! I don’t know how, but I managed to make it home.
This isn’t a conversation that I’ve had with many mums. However, over a few beers around the campfire last summer, my sister, cousin and best friend started sharing their stories; one never goes on the kids’ trampoline without a panty liner and the other wears them to her son’s soccer games as she’s too scared to cheer him on without one, which resulted in even more laughter!
I know all about exercises and gizmos that help but I don’t think I’ll be going down that route. As my daughter continues to develop into quite the character I find myself laughing more now than I ever have and I guess it’s a risk I’ll have to take.
I wonder if they do Huggies in an Adult Size 12.