O.K. I'm 15 weeks pregnant. and lucky, lucky me. at 15 weeks into each of my last 5 pregnancies My bladder kinks off at some point in the night and I spend the rest of the night waking every hour to go to the bathroom. It doesn't work. I just make myself more and more miserable as the night drags on. Finally at around 4:00 A.M., on average, Roger says, "well, what are you going to do?" "let's see" I reply I've tried a warm bath, I've layed upside down for at least half an hour, I've sat on the toilette and pushed as hard as I dare while leaning forward as far as I can."(sounds crazy but it's worked before) I've even had Roger try to help as best he can. Nothing works. "I guess I'll call dispatch" I moan. But I still wait another three hours so the medical on calls can get a little extra sleep. By then I am just a little.... O.K. A LOT!!! uncomfortable and finally call. I swear it takes another half hour for the on call Nurse Practitioner to return my call and this is how the conversation goes... Nurse............................"Hi honey what seems to be the problem?" Me..................................." I'm pregnant and 15 weeks a long and I can't pee. I've had this happen with my last five pregnancies I just need my bladder drained." Nurse................................."Thats odd! Will you try something for me?' Me getting anxious..................."What?" Nurse......................................"Do you have a drinking straw?" Me, in shocked thought..............."No way!!!!!!!!!! " Nurse......................................"Just a regular drinking staw" Me.............................................."Ummm, Yeah" Nurse.......................................O.K. heres what I want you to do. Get a cup of water and while trying to pee blow with the straw into the cup of water. This works for Post partum problems lets just see if it works. O.K. honey" Me abrubtly and even more anxiously..........................."k" Nurse.........................................."Try that and call my cell phone if it works. I'll meet you at the clinic in 20 minutes. I really have to do something with my hair." At this point I am trying very hard not to tell her that I could care less what she looks like or if she is even dressed I just want my bladder drained and I MEAN NOW!!!!!!!! Me............................................."O.K. thanks bye" meanwhile Roger has gone to check cows and tells me to call him when I know what time we have to be at the clinic. I have Braden call him and by the time I'm ready to go he shows up and we head out the door as I laughingly tell him my first thoughts about the nurse and the drinking straw. Keep in mind that this whole time I'm walking around stooped over because of the pain. When I tell him my first horrified thought of what she was implying he laughed and said my first thought was...."I wonder if that would work." (Typical). On the way to the clinic Roger comments on how well I'm handling this most uncomfortable situation. usually I handle it much like a very bad labor pain. I then told him about the nurse and her comment on doing something with her hair. which started us laughing all over again. But, the funniest part was when we finally did get to the clinic, after stopping at the corral to make sure Rogers brother new about the heifer that was calving, we walked in and found our very vocal, motherly nurse practitioner scurrying around with the wildest hair you've ever seen. It was short with very loose untamed curles flying around her head. She had tied a two inch wide piece of silk looking material around her head in an attempt to tame it, But it hadn't worked. Really all she had managed to do was make the whole situation very non-threatening. Roger and I laughed our way home and went about the rest of the day as if nothing unusual had happened. In our situation and from past experience nothing unusual had happened. We're just expecting again.. By the way She listened to the heart beat......It's a girl!! February fourth we are planning on confirming that. I'll have my ultra sound that day.