Week 14: Nobody pees in Paris.

We're one day away from packing up and heading back home from our 2-week stay in Paris, and I have this one pregnancy-related observation to share in this, my 14th week of pregnancy: nobody pees in Paris. If there is a shortage of anything here (besides tennis shoes; nobody wears those) it's this simple, confusing and troubling reality. In all my restaurant visits, museum tours and jaunts through the city, I have found myself desperately in want of a toilet. I have mastered the art of "holding it" - no small feat since it seems I have to go every 15 minutes or so. 

What do the French do?? 

One theory I have is that since they don't drink water, they don't have to pee. That's right. City sidewalks lined with folks imbibing wine and coffee, but hardly any water. And forget about buying a bottle of H2O anywhere when you really need it (like, say, the Musee d'Orsay, when all you want is a little sippy sip of something refreshing before gazing at the Van Goghs. And trust me: in those warm, crowded galleries a pregnant girl's got to have a drink!)? Or how 'bout drinking fountains? Not a one. Zero. Unfirtunately, to guarantee I'd have water on-hand, I had to carry my own bottle, which, added to the umbrella, gloves and other paraphernalia filling my cross body purse, made for a not-so-light load.

But there I go complaining again about Paris! I hope you'll read this through the lens of pregnancy and cut me some slack. After all, I'm still getting used to this whole body invasion situation. Sounds harsh? Until I can feel Baby moving inside of me, it's hard to connect with the little bugger causing all this trouble. ;)

I'm confident, though, they once I do, we will have turned a corner in our relationship ...and I can be more forgiving of the pressure being put on my bladder all the time.

What about you? What was or has been the most inconvenient thing about your pregnancy?