I'm a Wimp

AND a failure. I feel so stupid. I just couldn't do it. Man, I really suck.

*The following is not for the squeamish*

Why the self-abuse? Well, I was scheduled to have an Ultrasound today at 10:30, and the instructions were to drink 24 ounces of water between 9 and 9:30, and NOT PEE before the appointment. Apparently a full bladder helps them see the baby better. Of course, this is my FOURTH pregnancy, and the first time I've received the "drink 24 ounces" rule.
I figure: should be simple, right? Well, maybe challenging, but something I can handle, right?

So, 9:30 rolls around, and I down the aformentioned 24 ounces. Easy. I love to drink water anyway. I get on the computer, and hit my daily sites, and around 10am I start to feel uncomfortable. Okay, yes, I just drank a LOT of water, but to have to go this early?
Finally, at 10:07, I grabbed the keys and got into the car. I really had to go, and I figured that even if I got there early, they could take me in for my ultrasound and my agony wouldn't be prolonged.

I get to the med center at 10:20. I walk very carefully (let's just say I felt every bump in the road during the 10 minute drive) upstairs to the imaging center, and I give them my name, and discreetly mention that I really REALLY have to go to the bathroom. The lady nods and tells me she'll mention that. Was that a glimpse of an evil little smile? I decide it's my imagination.

I sit very uncomfortably, and check my phone. 10:22. Now I really feel like I'm going to explode. I check my phone again. 10:25. Hello! I have to pee! I shift and it becomes worse. I try not to make faces, and check my phone again. 10:27. They're torturing me.

Finally, at 10:30, I get up, and tell the lady I'm sorry, but I HAVE TO GO OR I'M GOING TO HAVE AN ACCIDENT RIGHT THERE IN HER LOBBY. She looks at me like she's disappointed, and tells me to go.
I limp to the ladies room, and I go to the bathroom. Feeling about ten pounds lighter, I wash my hands and step back into the lobby, just as the nurse steps out and calls my name.

I couldn't wait 20 more seconds. I just couldn't.

Ergo, I'm a failure. The tech lamented the fact that my bladder was completely empty. I apologized, and apologized again. Luckily she didn't make a big deal out of it, and we could see the baby just fine. It even woke up halfway through and started kicking like a Russian Folk Dancer. It was hilarious. And I have pictures.

But I'm still a wimp.