Something oh, so fun and new

Last night, Jacob had his last get together with the baseball team. They had a pizza party and a game of kickball: parents vs kids. I decided I was going to play. OK, so as a kid, I was HORRIBLE at kickball. I could do other sports fine, but I'm just not that coordinated kicking a ball with my feet. But I wanted to play and not sit out. It was fun, but you can only imagine my pregnant butt out there, trying to kick the ball, running the bases. I'm sure it was quite entertaining. One bad thing was my two pairs of black running shorts I planned on wearing were wet in the washer and I knew I need shorts. I haven't bought a pair of real shorts, like jean shorts for years. I pulled out a pair of shorts that I can barely get buttoned not pregnant and put them on, and the buttons were about 1-1.5 inches away from my hips...but that didn't stop me from wearing them. I put on a bella band and went. It actually was comfortable and didn't look bad. So after the game we had pizza, and my stomach just can't handle some foods right now, like pizza. As I was eating it, it was very good but I knew it would be making a reappearance within the hour. Sure enough, we get home, get the kids bathed, and I had to run Jacob out in his towel so I could vomit. Here's the fun part: I vomited...and peed my pants. Yep, my poor pelvic floor has taken a beating and couldn't withstand that much pressure. Sure, at full term if I vomited that would happen, but I'm only freaking 23 weeks. It wasn't good. I hope that isn't a sign of what's to come even after delivery. I told Husband that it's hard to feel sexy when you know you just pissed you pants! Oh well, I can still sneeze without peeing, for now! And I guess it's a small price to pay for another baby, but I'll just have to be a bit more vigilant with those kegels.