Bladder trampoline

Women with children, pregnancy books and the Internet don't lie; there truly comes a time where growing babies discover the joy of jumping on your bladder. I have always prided myself on the fact that I am not your typical female in that department. I never get up at night to go to the bathroom, I can hold "it" for hours on end, and am never the passenger asking to stop at a gas station for a potty break. I hardly even use the bathroom during a night of imbibing. (All of which is ironic because I managed to find myself a husband who contradicts all of these things, times 10). So, you might now understand when I say that the bladder jumping is just a smidge unnerving. It just recently started, I'd say in the last few weeks, and for me it opens up a whole new world. Some days I wonder if JJ has himself not only a microscopic trampoline in there, but maybe a pogo stick to go along with it. And perhaps a basketball hoop for practicing his jump shots, a high jump mat and long jump pit to use in determining if he'll be on a track team, and maybe even the necessary items to practice his pole vaulting while he's at it. It's amazing to me that someone weighing less than three pounds and last I knew the size of a Chinese cabbage could inflict so much discomfort. I think I'll start calling him the Bladder Beater, unless anybody has a more clever suggestion. It may very well be the only way I'll get a laugh out of this! :)