Tramps and Wet Pants

This week’s adventure was to Jump House in Cologne. This place was awesome. Tramps (aka Trampolines) and padding everywhere. Obstacle courses, basketball hoops, dodgeball. This place was my pre-baby dream! Shit, it was my post-baby dream… I thought.

We get to this amazing place and in my excitement I hand the baby to my husband, take a few jumps and do a back tuck. (Just cause I can.) I land and in an instant I realize why when I was younger all the adult women that would jump on our trampoline would grab their crotch and say, “Oops! I peed a little!” and then cackle and laugh at each other. (You would have thought their was a pack of hyenas on our trampoline with the barks of laughter I was hearing. I didn’t have the same reaction while jumping post-baby.)

My body looks and for the most part feels exactly the same way as it did before having a kid so I was not expecting the bladder control issues.

I wasn’t going to let it stop me from having an awesome time, but I sure wasn’t taking the huge jumps like I was 12 again…

So ya, that f-ing sucked.

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