I decided last week to run the Manchester Road Race. It’s over 4.5 miles, the most I’ve even run is 1.5. This was a challenge not to be taken lightly. After the first 5 minutes, I noticed I was steadily, slowly pissing myself. Damn pregnancies. By the end of the race, I’d completely, totally peed my pants. Thankfully, I had a sweatshirt to tie around my waist. Motherhood is no joke, y’all.