Urine Trouble

Lately I have been feeling pretty much back to normal, back to my normal activities, feeling like I am somewhat in control of my body (can mow the lawn without hemorrhaging- that is always nice.) In honor of trying to get back in the saddle again (and in honor of the spare tire that has set up shop around my midsection) I decided it was time to get back to the gym. I was working out regularly (and actually enjoying it!) before I got pregnant, and so I decided it was now time to add that back into my routine again. So Tuesday night was my big debut- I got the baby nice and milked up and handed over to daddy, and squeezed myself into my spandex workout pants (didn't think I would ever have to "squeeze" into stretch pants..how depressing) and I drove the 10 minutes to the gym and got Drew checked into the kids club and went and found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room- on time, even- yay! Kickboxing. I know, sounds kinda hard core for not having worked out for a year, but I just loved going so much last year, and figured at least I would be somewhat familiar with the moves. And I was- for the most part. As we got started, I was doing just fine- although it was quite a bit trickier doing all the moves with the extra 20 lbs I have stuck to my booty, I was feeling awesome at even being able to do it at all, (even though I'm sure I looked pretty stupid- oh well) and I was sweating, so that's gotta count for something, right? So we get towards the end of the workout, and the instructor says "Now it's time to do some froggies!" Froggies?? Hmm...that's a new one- must have added that to the routine sometime in the last 10 months since I stopped going to the gym. "Looks like fun," I think to myself..."let's give it a try!" So here I am, squatting down as low as I can, and then jumping up and forward as far as I can. Sounds neat, huh? Not so much. I totally peed my pants with each jump. The worst part is, I didn't even realize it was happening until I had been doing it for a little bit, I guess it was when it had spread far enough for me to feel it on my legs? Oh crap, I am thinking to myself. What to do? I did have on dark blue pants, so maybe no one will notice? (Doubt it.) "Did I get any on the floor?" I am thinking, frantically. So (obviously) I stop doing the (not-so-innocent) "Froggies" and pretend I am just DYING for the longest drink of water EVER. So everyone else finishes, and what is next on the agenda? "Lay down on your bench, legs spread at head level with everyone around you, and let's do some crunches!!" Perfect. So, not wanting to look like a quitter, I play along, praying that no one will bother to open their eyes anywhere near my general direction. I hope no one did, I don't know, since I was too embarrassed to look at anyone... Remember way back when when I was blogging about how I couldn't wait until the pregnancy was over, because I was so uncomfortable and felt like a 90- year-old lady? So much for that. Great. I had heard about women having this problem after having a baby, but so far I hadn't had a problem, so thought I dodged that bullet! Guess not. I'm not gonna let it stop me, though- I'm sick of having to wear stretchy pants all the time! I want to wear some real clothes! So next time, I'll just bravely slap on a Depends and find a spot towards the back of the room....