The above is a direct quote. Alise on Saturday, as we drove in New Hampshire.
Being pregnant, it turns out, is no picnic. Apart from all of the other early pregnancy side effects that I had already known about (cravings, hormones running a bit wild, boobs getting bigger), the frequent urge to pee is the one that has caused Alise the most trouble in these early weeks.
On Saturday we went to the Friendly Farm in Dublin, NH. The GPS and Alise's memories of her childhood stomping grounds collaborated beautifully to get us there in quick time, with no wild detours. Coming home we stopped at a flea market where we picked up a gliding rocking chair type thing for $30.
It turns out that the gliding rocking chair type things usually come with gliding ottomans, allowing mother (or father, I guess) to sit with baby with legs up, and still rock. I'm planning on making my own with an upturned milk crate, a cushion, duct tape and a couple of skateboards. Regardless, chair sans ottoman was in the back of the car and we were on our way home. and we were a bit lost.
And Alise really needed to pee.
Alise has commonly been getting up in the night, having to go right before leaving work and then when she gets home, and asking me to stop where toilets are found when we are out on a drive. We often go on drives and find ourselves in the middle of nowhere; we now have to consider the location of facilities when we do so. Not planning our trips properly leaves us with the choice of pulling off the road that we are on and hiking a short while into the woods so that she can pee with the wildlife, or bursting into a small town gas station which has one unisex bathroom with no toilet paper and a notice that says that 'the doors will be locked if I find a mess like I did last Tuesday'.
Ah, the joys of early pregnancy. Soon to be replaced by further joys of later pregnancy.
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