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.