Today you'll find me over at Motherhood Uncensored regaling Kristen's readers with details about the sad and sorry state of my pelvic wall.
"Is there no length to which Joy's stunning intellect cannot extend??" you ask.
Well, m'darlins, we'll just have to see...
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'Is there any length...?'
Clearly not.
And now I have just fiddled away 20 minutes of my morning laughing and trying to figure out exactly what is postmodern about Kegels.
Scarred. Scarred, I am.
My wall too is shattered...
In fact his words were ...
"very loose"
That would explain the peeing in my pants then!!!!!!
WOW! I can't believe you are brave enough to pntificate at length -- and in your trademark breezy 'n' smart style, no less -- about the delicate postpartum condition that dare not speak its name. Now excuse me while I go do the cross-legged stagger to the nearest WC.
You need to move to Mauritania--here everybody just pees in the street! When you're Mauritanian, the world is your toilet. Who cares about holding it? Just find a handy wall--or car tire--or patch of sand! It's easy. However it does take a bit of getting used to and I must admit to not having tried it myself quite yet...
Keep up the good work » » »
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