you gotta fight for your right... to potty.

women have this unspoken, unwritten law about potty etiquette.

if in the event you go into a public bathroom having to go number two - you walk in, scope out the scene and make sure you're alone. if you are alone, all systems are go. if you're not alone, you quietly walk into the stall, sit down, go number one and wait politely for your neighbor to get up, wash their hands and leave before letting er' rip. it's just the way of the world, yes?

well... i walked into the bathroom at the hospital today, scoped the scene and realized that i wasn't alone. so, following all set etiquette, i sat down, tinkled and waited for the woman with the velcro shoes next to me to get up and leave. but she didn't and i quickly realized i had forgotten the second part of the law. if in the event you are interrupted while doing your business, you do all you can to shut it off while you are in company of a potty stall neighbor. so here we were... me stuck in the first addendum of the law, her stalled at the second. we were at a stalemate. great. i had an appointment... i realized i couldn't wait. so... i did what i had to. sorry velcro shoe lady.

ugh to multiple bathroom stall bathrooms.

also... on that note: i'm getting bigger, this is no secret. therefore it is no longer an easy task for me to maneuver myself and my lulabelle belly in and out of the stalls. clearly bathroom stalls were (poorly) designed by men as if they had been designed by women they would function properly for both pregnant and non-pregnant women and open out instead of in. seriously...