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Priorities of the urine variety

Upon further review, I am thankful we worked with Dr. TK for the amount of time that we did not only for his amazing work and demeanor, but also because I was surrounded by women who were dealing with the same struggles I was...

What made my very random brain think this wonderful thought?

Sitting in the waiting room at the new OB office surrounded by women who likely have NOT known similar struggle or hardship. I'm kind of a badass compared to some of them (I'd like to think so anyway).

Either way, we're all on the same playing field now... even if I had to spend some time in some very serious minor leagues before I could get here.

Also, I hate that I have to pee in a cup every single visit. I've been slamming water all day to prepare. Yet I haven't read any of the literature Dr. G sent home with us last week.

Priorities, people.

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  1. KTWFebruary 1, 2014 at 7:15 AM

    you will be amazed by the end of your pregnancy how easy it is to pee in the cup..also it's gets tricky when you get so round too.

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    1. Crabby SunflowerFebruary 1, 2014 at 7:40 PM

      I am in the bathroom all day long but peeing on demand has never been my strong suit.

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  2. JulieFebruary 3, 2014 at 10:56 AM

    Haha! Yes at the end you can no longer see the cup you are trying to pee into...now THAT is fun! LOL!

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