<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:49:35.786-08:00</updated><category term='read'/><category term='mommy hood'/><category term='slings'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='avocados'/><category term='baby wearing'/><category term='books'/><category term='RSV'/><title type='text'>The Potty Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>The daily drama of raising a baby in the modern world. Changing diapers while IMing, nursing at the keyboard, and babies who are addicted to computers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-7820818716913778248</id><published>2008-04-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:43:09.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>This Blog has moved. You can now find it at &lt;a href="http://blog.rockabyeslings.com/"&gt;http://blog.rockabyeslings.com/&lt;/a&gt;  I've become much better at posting on it, so stop by and check it out. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-7820818716913778248?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7820818716913778248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=7820818716913778248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7820818716913778248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7820818716913778248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-6228772932475855114</id><published>2008-02-27T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:20:56.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at Blogging.</title><content type='html'>This is my lame ass attempt to update this blog, since it's been a month. Mongo is now 7 months old, has four teeth, is working on a fifth, and is trying to walk and stand on his own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-6228772932475855114?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6228772932475855114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=6228772932475855114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6228772932475855114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6228772932475855114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-suck-at-blogging.html' title='I suck at Blogging.'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-6026497890218559446</id><published>2008-01-29T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:46:22.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Check Up!</title><content type='html'>So today Mongo had his 6 month check up. All is well. Vital stats. He weighs 15 pounds 9 ounces, and is 27 1/4 inches tall. He's a long and skinny baby. He has met and surpassed all of his markers, he is crawling, babling, pulling up, etc. He's perfect! A genius! I love him! He also got 4 shots today, plus and oral vax, so he's a little fussy, and just went down for a nap. (Hopefully a long one) She wants us to up his feedings, start feeding solids twice a day, I've only been doing once a day so far. He really doesn't like eating. So far he's had: rice cereal; applesauce; avocado; and peas. Tonight I'm going to introduce sweet potato, and in a few days baby oatmeal. We'll get it figured out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;Fly&lt;/a&gt; today, and sadly keep getting sucked back into my computer. See, here I am! Okay, off to go couch diving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-6026497890218559446?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6026497890218559446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=6026497890218559446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6026497890218559446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6026497890218559446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/6-month-check-up.html' title='6 Month Check Up!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-6077527854750380431</id><published>2008-01-26T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:03:16.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Read a book, it's good for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jA0EfFPq8oA/R5zHUTGH5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UsMupYTeaE4/s1600-h/Sam+January+2008+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160218424597014306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jA0EfFPq8oA/R5zHUTGH5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UsMupYTeaE4/s320/Sam+January+2008+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some one shared this &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/area_eccentric_reads_entire_book?utm_source=EMTF_Onion"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; on a message board today. As a voracious reader, I found it amusing, but sadly prophetic. So many people I know don't read. Or read to their children. At least until they get to school and all of a sudden have to read ten books a week. Mongo loves books, just like his mama. Of course, right now he's much more likely to chew on the book, than read it, but he loves to looks at pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to start a favorite reads section on here. I just finished a children's series, &lt;u&gt;The Land of Elyon&lt;/u&gt;. It was a fun quick read for me, and a good introduction to fantasy for children, think 3rd-5th grade level. Next up on my list is &lt;u&gt;Water For Elephants&lt;/u&gt;, it comes highly recommended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-6077527854750380431?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6077527854750380431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=6077527854750380431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6077527854750380431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6077527854750380431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/read-book-its-good-for-you.html' title='Read a book, it&apos;s good for you!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jA0EfFPq8oA/R5zHUTGH5yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UsMupYTeaE4/s72-c/Sam+January+2008+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-5552909715833842135</id><published>2008-01-25T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:28:11.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avocados'/><title type='text'>RSV</title><content type='html'>Respiratory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Syncytial&lt;/span&gt; Virus, other wise known as RSV. Three little letters that can strike fear into a new moms heart. I'm incredibly thankful that so far this dreadful illness has not struck our household, but so many of my friends babies have it right now. One little girl was in the hospital for over a week, with a collapsed lung. Every time I check in with friends, it seems another one has got it. A friend with twins who were ten weeks premature has been advised to not take the babies out in public until APRIL when RSV season is over. Thankfully my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mongo&lt;/span&gt; does not go to a public daycare, but stays with my parents while I am at work. But there are germs everywhere, and I work at a school. Every afternoon I get to my parents house and go strait to the bathroom to wash my hands. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mongo&lt;/span&gt; will often hear or see me come in, and start crying for me, but I never touch him before I wash. I really hope we can make it through winter with only a case of the sniffles. Poor babies, my heart goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we've been trying to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mongo&lt;/span&gt; on solids for the past two weeks. We've tried rice cereal, applesauce, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt;. The rice cereal he will tolerate. The apple sauce, he'll at least try to spit out. But last night, we tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;avocados&lt;/span&gt; for the second time. I just mashed up a little bit of one with some breast milk. I got two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spoonfuls&lt;/span&gt; into his mouth, he swallowed a tiny bit, then I hear the ominous sounds of heaving. Once, twice, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uggh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; and milk, all over the place. Thankfully I had him in one of those big plastic bibs, so none got on him, but some did make its way to the floor. Next stop, sweet potatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-5552909715833842135?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5552909715833842135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=5552909715833842135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/5552909715833842135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/5552909715833842135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/rsv.html' title='RSV'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-6814654089720969175</id><published>2008-01-24T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:51:19.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wearing'/><title type='text'>Baby Wearing</title><content type='html'>So sweet little Mongo is currently cuddled up next to me in a &lt;a href="http://www.rockabyeslings.com/"&gt;fleece sling&lt;/a&gt;. He was kind of fussy this morning, only took a short nap, didn't want to play, didn't want to sleep, just wanted to be held. Well, what is a busy mom to do? Baby wearing is the answer. He's happily curled up against me, almost asleep, and I'm busy on here. (When I should be doing laundry.) I use my slings constantly. They make grocery shopping with an infant easy. I'm moving on to SSC's (soft sided carriers) like Mei Tais and Obi's. The world of baby wearing is huge. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.thebabywearer.com/"&gt;www.thebabywearer.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt; On more interesting potty related events, major blow out this morning. Yuck, but thank god for Spray n'Wash, that stuff saves all the cutest outfits from the trash can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-6814654089720969175?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6814654089720969175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=6814654089720969175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6814654089720969175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6814654089720969175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-wearing.html' title='Baby Wearing'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-6626589420023813020</id><published>2008-01-23T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:41:07.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><title type='text'>Potty Queen- A Whole New Definition</title><content type='html'>So I have sadly neglected this blog for the past, oh nine months or so. Things have changed drastically since my last run on sentence about scurrying to find a potty. The little creature who loved to jump on my bladder has since been born, and grown into an amazing 6 month old little boy. Mongo is now the center of my potty attention. Instead of running for the nearest available toilet, I'm searching for a clean diaper changing station. Let me tell you, I know them all! So this blog will be taking a turn, from pregnancy to mommyhood. It will be pottycentric, humorous (I hope) and frankly honest. Feel free to chime in with your opinions, thoughts, worries, or randomness. Just stop by and say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-6626589420023813020?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6626589420023813020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=6626589420023813020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6626589420023813020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/6626589420023813020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/potty-queen-whole-new-definition.html' title='Potty Queen- A Whole New Definition'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-7797519893273351656</id><published>2007-04-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:24:26.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more of the same</title><content type='html'>Well, my peeing has been going right on track, not much new around here. I still pee almost constantly, the baby still seems to take wicked delight in dancing on my bladder. I do start my third and final trimester on Saturday, and were down to the double digits in days to go! I'm ready for it to be July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-7797519893273351656?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7797519893273351656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=7797519893273351656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7797519893273351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7797519893273351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-of-same.html' title='more of the same'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-9172839183503262580</id><published>2007-04-04T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:00:05.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, in my world this is considered breaking news, maybe not so much in your world. I went the whole night without once getting up to pee!!!! I'm not sure how it happened. When my husband came to bed, I remember thinking that I needed to go, but I must have fell back asleep before I could. Miraculously I did not wet the bed either!!!I think part of it is because I've been sleeping really poorly because of a head cold. Last night was the first time I could truly breathe again, so I was really tired. It was a really nice suprise when the alarm went off. Of course, I then had to run to the bathroom, but still, a nice break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-9172839183503262580?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9172839183503262580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=9172839183503262580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/9172839183503262580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/9172839183503262580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/breaking-news_04.html' title='BREAKING NEWS!!!!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-7825860479680931005</id><published>2007-03-29T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:10:23.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potty Dance!</title><content type='html'>The potty dance can strike at anytime. Be forwarned, it often gives you no idea it is coming on. Sometimes I am perfectly fine one moment, and the next I have to pee so bad I want to scream. If going to the bathroom is strictly out of the question right then (example, you have a library full of fourth graders) the potty dance often helps alleviate the pain and pressure. It has a plus side of making you look absolutely ridiculous too! To properly do the potty dance, you must squeeze your thighs and knees together, keep your feet at least 12 inches apart, and shake your hips from side to side, occasionally doing little hops. As a variation, you can cross and uncross your legs, or squeeze and release your butt muscles (especially if you happen to be sitting, like in a car) Keep this up until you absolutely can't hold it any more, than waddle as quickly as possible to the nearest restroom, trying not to knock anyone over in the process. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-7825860479680931005?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7825860479680931005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=7825860479680931005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7825860479680931005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/7825860479680931005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/potty-dance.html' title='The Potty Dance!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-4378902208966332725</id><published>2007-03-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:33:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I think the baby has changed position on me, because last night I only had to get up to pee twice! Hooray, however, I still didn't sleep very well. I had a dream that I got up two hours early to get ready for work, then woke u p frantic that it was real. It took me forever to get back to sleep. Ohh the joys of pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-4378902208966332725?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4378902208966332725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=4378902208966332725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/4378902208966332725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/4378902208966332725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-night.html' title='Last Night!!!!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-8508723427241250698</id><published>2007-03-26T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:49:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Pee when on the road!</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you often can't go on a simple car ride with out having to stop and pee at least once along the way. I was bad before I got pregnant, but now I'm horrible. My poor husband, what was once a simple hour and fifteen minute car ride to his parents has become the ride from hell! I always make sure I go right before we leave. Somewhere around 45 minutes into the ride I'll say something like "I'm going to have to take a bathroom break sometime in the near future." He will then ask how long I can hold out. The answer used to be 5-10 minutes, sometimes even more. These days its getting to the point of, "Oh, that bush on the side of the freeway looks good!"  Okay, I haven't actually got to that point yet, but I can feel it coming. Instead it's, when is the next exit. So last weekend I had to stop at some exit we had never used before. My choices were a Jack in the Box, and a Chevron Station. I chose the Jack in the Box, and was quite suprised. Not only was it clean and well stocked, there was an actual live plant in the womens room! Very nice extra touch. I will almost with out a doubt choose a fast food restaruant over a gas station. They are usually cleaner, tend to have multiple stalls, and don't require a key or gas purchase to get it. The only exception to my gas station rule is when there are several large, well known gas stations in the same area. These will normally have very nice bathrooms, I think they compete with eachother. Of course, sometimes you have no choice. Last summer we went to Reno, and I had to use a scary gas station bathroom somewhere on I-80. That was not a fun experience, but I survived. ( I also always have instant hand sanitizer in my purse, and usually kleenex or a napkin or something, just in case) So, when in doubt, opt for fast food. Besides, then you can always grab a soda to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-8508723427241250698?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8508723427241250698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=8508723427241250698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/8508723427241250698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/8508723427241250698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-to-pee-when-on-road.html' title='Where to Pee when on the road!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-2117480239822004388</id><published>2007-03-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:57:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4: Nighty Night Time</title><content type='html'>So this is how my night went last night. I went up to bed a little before 10:00, got ready for bed, peed. I watched a little bit of the news in bed, decided at 10:15 to go to sleep. Oh wait, I had to pee first. Fell asleep, woke up at 10:45! Had to pee again. (We're up to three times alread) Went back to sleep. Woke up at 11:45 to pee, my husband came to bed finally at 12:45, woke me up, guess what... had to get up and pee again. One last time at 2:45 ish, and I finally managed to sleep until my alarm went off at 6:10. For those of you counting, thats 6 times in one night. And some people wonder why I'm so tired all day long! I keep telling myself I wont drink before bedtime, but I'm thirsty constantly, especially right before bed. I'm considering a catheter, then I wouldn't have to get up at least!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-2117480239822004388?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2117480239822004388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=2117480239822004388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/2117480239822004388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/2117480239822004388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/part-4-nighty-night-time.html' title='Part 4: Nighty Night Time'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-8374388554913542173</id><published>2007-03-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:03:17.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Three</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I hit a new total at work today. 7 times! I'm not sure if I should be paid for it, but I can't help it. The baby likes to dance on my bladder. So I'm finally at home now, with the comfort of having three whole toilets (or Loo's as Katie says) to myself, and do I have to go,  no of course not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge fan of peeing in public restrooms, but I've gotten better over the years. I always use the paper cover, or if they're lacking, then tp on the seat. I have a hint, I've read several times that when you go to a public restroom that has several stalls, the first stall is always the cleanest. I have no idea why, but I always use the first stall now, and there is almost always covers and tp and no sprinkles on the seat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-8374388554913542173?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8374388554913542173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=8374388554913542173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/8374388554913542173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/8374388554913542173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/part-three.html' title='Part Three'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-2610349618349605190</id><published>2007-03-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:32:02.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... relief</title><content type='html'>So I finally got to pee.... it's such a nice feeling of relief. However, by the time I am done washing my hands, (and yes, I wash my hands everytime I pee) I already had to go again.  But that will have to wait for another half hour at lease. I think twice in ten minutes is just too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-2610349618349605190?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2610349618349605190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=2610349618349605190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/2610349618349605190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/2610349618349605190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhh-relief.html' title='Ahhh... relief'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-978450277792646747</id><published>2007-03-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:06:32.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2; BBC Woes</title><content type='html'>So, for all of my Baby Center Friends, I figured I could come on here and complain about the stupid rules and all the closed threads. I think it is incredibly dumb that we can't use the word vagina in a funny situation on a board about birth!!!!  By the way, apparently they thought vagina fart was vulgar, but hello, they do actually happen, hasn't anybody experienced one?  I do feel bad about all the British profanity, cause I egged it on, but I figured if it wasn't not allowed, then it was fine. I don't want to leave BBC because I think I have a lot of friends on there, but this is getting ridiculous. I read over all the rules very carefully yesterday, and I don't think we broke a single one by the way. Some one correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I really have to pee, but I can't for about 10 more minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-978450277792646747?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/978450277792646747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=978450277792646747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/978450277792646747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/978450277792646747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/part-2-bbc-woes.html' title='Part 2; BBC Woes'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143280754534408087.post-1866089172536068975</id><published>2007-03-26T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:30:20.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potty Diaries Part One: Tale of a Preggo!</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently 24 weeks pregnant. For you non-preggos thats aproximately 6 months. I'm due in the middle of July. My favorite pastime, as of a few weeks ago, is going potty! So I figured since thats all I currently do, I might as well blog about it. By the way, this is my first official blog, so if I break any rules, or do anything dumb, I apologize in advance for it.&lt;br /&gt;I get to work at 7:45 in the morning. It is now currently 12:30 and I've already gone potty five times, with another trip coming up shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143280754534408087-1866089172536068975?l=pottydiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1866089172536068975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3143280754534408087&amp;postID=1866089172536068975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/1866089172536068975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143280754534408087/posts/default/1866089172536068975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pottydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/potty-diaries-part-one-tale-of-preggo.html' title='The Potty Diaries Part One: Tale of a Preggo!'/><author><name>PottyQueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01214159915912051595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
