Having a little bit of time to lay around without the ability to do anything worthwhile allowed me to wonder about how much being a grown-up sucks sometimes and all the secrets that no one mentions to you while you're young. If you're lucky, maybe your mother breaks down one night over a glass of wine/shot of whiskey/cold beer, tells you to pull up a chair and take notes:
- you know that random stray hair that you tweeze from your eyebrow - get ready for when you have to pluck them from your upper lip
- or from your chin
- or your knuckles
- no matter how sick you get, the children still need to eat
- and laundry still has to get done, along with grocery shopping and other mundane joys
- with each beautiful child that you bring into this world, the chances will increase that when you cough/sneeze/laugh too hard, you better squeeze your legs together fast or you're going to pee.
Here's the obligatory web.md link - http://www.webmd.com/urinary-incontinence-oab/america-asks-11/stress