So, I forgot to mention in my last entry that I have to do another 24-hour urine collection to check on the protein levels (ugh). The last time I did this, they didn’t give me a urine “hat” - imagine a bedpan of sorts for the inside of the toilet - so there was awkward fumbling around and tricky aerobics I needed to do to perform this feat. Luckily at the time I was only about 20 or so weeks along, and was a fair amount more flexible than I am right now.

I’m doing this urine collection today, and affix the hat (lift lid, place hat on the toilet, lower seat, pee) and do my business. I lift the lid afterward, take care of the urine (god, this is so disgusting and why pregnancy isn’t pretty at ALL), and go about the rest of my daily routine.

Josh came in from walking the dog, and in my haste to rush out of the bathroom to hear about his walk, I skipped a step in the urine collection process, which I didn’t realize until he came out of the bathroom later.

“Casey, it would be really nice if after you were done using the bathroom, you could put the toilet seat down,” he says with a snicker and gleam in his eye.

Ha!

(I feel somewhat obligated to mention that Josh never leaves the seat up - he always puts it down after he uses the bathroom, so to have the toilet seat up in our household is an odd sight, indeed.)