Another "Blessing" Associated with Giving Birth: Incontinence

"I don't think anyone will notice that I peed in the pool."

Okay...so I went to kickboxing class again this morning. To start out with, I've had a kink in my back for a few days, so I was hoping that this would help to work it out a little bit. But, jumping or bouncing did hurt a little. I was trying to take it easy, and see if it would get better (which it did). The instructor for this class is brutal, and I'm pretty sure she has pegged me as one of her class wimps. She's actually very nice, but she's this tough cop and she can't stand wimps in her kickboxing class. My aching back is my my first excuse.

Second excuse: Incontinence
At the end of class, she had us doing jumping jacks. Like I said, she's already identified me as a wimp, but to make it worse, every time I did a jumping jack, I wet me pants. She's yelling her Jillian yell (for any of those that watch "Biggest Loser"), just trying to push us harder, but every time, I was thinking, "I am totally peeing my pants right now, and there's nothing I can do about it." She just kept doing more sets of jumping jacks, and I just kept losing control. I was just extremely grateful that I had black pants on. I guess I need to put "Depends" on the Walmart shopping list, and try to redeem myself with Jenn - the Drill Sergeant exercise instructor.