BOOK PROMOTION
Title: Baby Bumps
Author: Amy Sprenger
Genre: Non-Fiction / Parenting / Humor
Date Published: 7/27/2013
From the author of the award-winning blog Snarky Mommy comes a book that will make every woman who has ever been pregnant pee with laughter (not that that's hard).
Wearing her highest heels and hottest pregnancy jeans, Amy Sprenger marched into her doctor's office, latte in hand, ready to finally see whether her baby was a boy or a girl. Sure, sure, this appointment was supposed to be about checking the health of the baby, but everyone who's ever been there knows it's really about looking for what lays, or doesn't lay, between the legs.
So when the doctor tells her she has an incompetent cervix, Amy does what any woman would do. She becomes immediately offended. Is that a politically correct way of saying her cervix sucks? Unfortunately, as she's soon to learn, it's a lot more than that. The only way to keep that baby from falling out on the sidewalk (probably in front of Starbucks) is for her doctor to stitch her cervix closed and for Amy to stay in bed for the next four months.
Four months that are carefully detailed in this "memoir." A memoir that, while basically true, has been embellished with Amy's signature brand of humor and hilarity.
With more time off than a castoff contestant on "The Bachelor," Amy took pen to paper and settled in for the ride. But instead of sitting around eating bonbons, she's popping hypertension drugs to stave off preterm labor. And complications? Oh, she's got your complications. She's gut-rehabbing her house. Her mother moves in to care for her. Her husband takes a "mancation" while she's stuck in the hospital. And every time she has a contraction, she's convinced it's The Big One.
Living by the adage that laughter is the best medicine, Amy fumbles her way through a series of sometimes serious and usually embarrassing situations. And just to be clear, using a bedpan qualifies as both serious and embarrassing.
(This one sounds like a really amusing, "laugh out loud" book, Adding it to my Want To Read List for sure!)
(This one sounds like a really amusing, "laugh out loud" book, Adding it to my Want To Read List for sure!)
EXCERPT
The nurse comes back an hour later and stares pointedly at
my untouched water. I stare pointedly at the bedpan. It’s a pee standoff at the
O.K. Corral. She adjusts the belts holding the monitors in place and hands me
the glass. I take the tiniest sip I can possibly take and slam it down with a
fake smile. She sighs and leaves.
“Don’t forget to call Dr. Thornton!” I yell as she walks
down the hall.
Another hour goes by, and by this time, Jake has arrived and
he finds the whole thing to be highly amusing. He keeps trying to get me to
pee.
“You know what I could go for right now?” he asks. “A swim
in a cool mountain stream. You know what I’m thinking about right now? A crashing
Hawaiian waterfall. And a lazy brook, bubbling along in the woods. All that
cool, clear water. Would you mind if I let the water drip in the bathroom? I
just love the sound of moving water.”
“Can you kindly shut the hell up about water?” I snap. “I
don’t know why you would even want me to have to pee. Because you would have to
help me. And that wouldn’t be so funny anymore, would it? Just stop talking.”
“But we haven’t even talked about the Trevi Fountain, Hoover
Dam or Old Faithful . There are so many topics that I
feel are really important to cover right now.”
“Cut it out! I have been holding it for the last three hours
and I really have to go.”
“Then by all means, let me get you the bedpan.”
“I can’t. I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of. Except getting it all over
yourself. And smelling like pee for the next three months because you’re not
allowed to shower. Oh, and me telling everyone we know that you’re
incontinent.”
At this point, I am jiggling my foot and trying to cross my
legs because I have to go so bad. The pain in my bladder is unbearable. It
would be way worse to pee myself seeing as there’s a bedpan an arm’s length
away from me, so I admit defeat.
“Just give me the damn thing and get out,” I snarl at Jake.
“Your wish is my command. Now, where’s my camera? I need to
get a picture of this,” he says, with too much enthusiasm. I grab the pink bowl
from him and point to the door. I line the bowl up under my butt and somehow
contort myself so my nether regions are somewhat inside the bowl and I wait.
And I wait. And I wait some more. Of course, I couldn’t hold it before and now
I have stage fright. My bladder is all “Give it up! Give it up!” and my brain
is all “Does not compute, body not in the sitting-on-toilet position!” After a
full minute of lying there thinking about peeing, I feel a first trickle, which
quickly turns to a gush. I’m uneasy about the capacity of this thing, but
figure it will serve the nurse right if she has to clean up a pee-soaked bed.
As soon as I finish, I feel immensely better. I buzz the
nurse’s station and they ask what they can do for me.
“I peed in the damn bucket,” I reply. “Can you send someone
in to dispose of the evidence?” A woman’s voice says my nurse is helping
another patient right now, but she’ll be right in. Jake knocks on the door and
asks, “Everything coming out okay in there?”
“Shut up and come in,” I respond. “The deed is done. I am
completely shamed and will never again make fun of Depends commercials because
I’m pretty sure an adult diaper would be preferable to this. Get this thing out
from under me, would ya? I can’t move it without spilling it.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s a biohazard. I’m not coming
anywhere near you. You can wait for the nurse.”
On cue, she strides in and smiles at me.
“I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable now,” she says,
motioning for me to raise my hips and sliding the bucket o’ pee out from under
me with practiced ease. “Oh, and your doctor called. You were right, you didn’t
need to use the bedpan. You have full bathroom privileges. Sorry for the
confusion.”
Perfect timing, bitch. I swear she almost laughed as she
said it. If there’s a Yelp category for nurses, this woman is about to get
smacked down with negative reviews. I am planning to ruin her nursing career
and have no qualms about it. Although, if there’s any karma in this world, her
next patient will be someone with a horrific case of diarrhea that she needs to
collect for testing.
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