The Anatomy of a Bladder

Has anyone out there ever wondered why the heck the bladder is made of such a material to be confused as a trampoline by a growing fetus?

Well, at 2:30, 3:45, and 5:00 this morning...I wondered that exact thing.

Cause here's the deal. I mean, He's God. He designs perfect creations- without any flaw. Who are we to questions His intentions and/or designs? However, I distinctly felt a foot pounce onto my bladder more than once last night. And when you are jolted awake by such things, so many times in one night, you can't help but question God's choice of material used in the making of a bladder. I mean, right off the top of my head... steel might have been a good choice. I'm thinking that wouldn't cave under the pressure of a 2 lb 9 oz baby's foot. My other, very logical suggestion that came to me during yet another sleepless night of bathrooms breaks, was that maybe, just maybe God could have figured out a way to have a woman's bladder be a tad higher up. Oh, I don't know... say just a little higher in the chest cavity area- or maybe under your armpit. He's God...He could totally make it work!

Who knows, maybe before Eve sinned the bladder might have been in a different location. Or maybe made of a little tougher material. And ever since the fall of man pregnant women have been running to the bathroom all hours of the day AND NIGHT; because let's face it... the current bladder positioning is perfect for the foot stomping.

You know, now that I think about it- it's all just part of the training. Waking up 4 or 5 times a night for the last few months of pregnancy, when you could actually be banking some serious sleep hours, is good training for when you have to get up in the middle of the night with a hungry crying baby. And, getting your bladder stomped on by a little bitty foot is just practice for the times that you'll get kicked, bowled over or toes stomped on by a moving child. Yesterday I substituted for Bayli's kindergarten class in an emergency situation, and I kid you not my feet and toes got stepped on at least 6 times in 3 1/2 hours. (Which is really saying something considering they napped for 1 of those hours.)

I guess that's all part of God's plan...it's just a practice run for the journey ahead. Not a bad trade off, now that I think about it!

And as much as I'd love to finish my thoughts on this delicate subject...I must run...F.I.B. (foot in bladder :)