Picture this: A woman with an 8 month pregnant baby hotel for a belly, a pink cast up to the knee on one leg and a blue cast on the other, using a walker to try to hop to the bathroom without peeing all over herself. If you can get that mental picture without laughing, you probably won't like this book. If you can relate to being 8 months pregnant, and can't imagine how you could go through labor and delivery, care for a newborn, toddler, husband and home all while hopping around with the help of a walker because you have 2 broken legs in casts, you might want to read this book, and discover the messy, funny, poignant story of my journey. Yes, I really did break both my legs when I was 8 months pregnant. Go ahead, laugh...I did (after I cried, that is).
A few excerpts:
Incontinence and a Walker (Chapter 2)
"If you can believe it, I actually lost weight in my eighth month of pregnancy. There were two good reasons for this:
I couldn't readily reach food whenever the mood or craving struck, and asking my husband to do my grazing for me was just sad.
Every time I did move, it was like I was attending water aerobics class minus the flowered swim caps and the water. My breath, like my dignity escaped me in gasps."
I'll Take Door Number 362, Please! (Chapter 5)
"Wonder Woman has nothin' on me!
I have an hourglass figure too!
Okay, my figure is less hourglass and more sandbags.
I have cool transportation too!
Okay, my walker isn't invisible, and moves a little slower than a plane.
I have a Super Hero husband who cleans toilets!
HA!"
