If you are a parent you are all-too-familiar with the various leaking orifices that make up a child. Spit up, saliva, pee, poo, blood, eye gunk, you name it. Babies are disgusting. At first you make a big deal of it, calling your spouse over to see the poor diaper your daughter just destroyed or shrieking "Aaahh! Aaaahh!" when your son pees in his own face. It doesn't take long to grow (pretty much) completely numb to this kind of thing, and you find yourself covered, daily, in bodily fluids of all kinds. No big deal, just part of the package.
Today was something a little bit different, however. I was sitting on the couch finishing up nursing the twins, engrossed in my episode of LOST on Netflix, when suddenly I felt a strange sensation. At first, I couldn't quite place the feeling, even though it felt familiar. I felt warm...and wet. Oh. My. God. Did I just PEE myself?! I couldn't believe it! I didn't even remember feeling the need to pee, let alone feeling it urgently enough to wet myself on the couch!
I hurriedly set the babies down and, in horror, confirmed that my crotch was indeed soaked. Still shocked at how this could have happened, It wasn't until I looked at Nolan, who gave me a huge, gummy smile that I suddenly realized what had happened
While I was disgusted that Nolan
ninja-spit up in my lap (even into my underwear. Awful), I couldn't help but smile because I didn't actually pee
myself, as I originally feared. I'll take that as a win any day.
