What you doin', Mommy?!

You know what the best yet worse part of being a pregnant mother with a three year old? You are never, ever, EVER alone. -ever.

Each and every time I decide to go to the bathroom, I have an audience. WITH commentary. Boy am I lucky.

J likes to put his head on my lap and say, "What you doin' Mommy?!!"
What am I doin'? I've thought of many bold and colorful comebacks for that. Instead I just say, "Mommy is going potty, can you please go somewhere else?" He usually says, "No, I want to brush my teeth."
Right now? Really??

The lock on the door has become my friend. Even then I can't go in peace. He waits right outside. Trying to fit his hand under the door. Most of the time he yells, "MOMMY YOU OKAY?! WHAT YOU DOINNNNNN?!!!"

Does he think that each and every time I go into the bathroom, I'm going to disappear into some other world? Where I'll never, ever come back? Like some sort of Narnia for Mothers on the brink of craziness? Sounds nice actually. I'll skip the lion and the witch if I can just pee in peace!!