Urine Nation

It is a true sign of commitment when you find yourself taking a jug containing 24 hours of your wife's urine in it to the doctor's office. Had to keep it cold, too. Right next to the o.j. in the fridge.

Shelley had to have a test for preeclampsia, yet another one of those mysterious pregnancy ailments that we never knew existed until now. As it turned out, she did not have it, which was a relief. Not only will she not swell up like a snausage, but I also won't have to mispronounce it any more.

It's a real show stopper when you waltz into the doctor's office, slap the big orange jug on the counter and tell them, "I have some urine for you." Had I not been in a hurry, I would have delighted in spraying the jug with some water before taking it into the clinic, splatting it on the counter and saying, "Leaky, huh. Thought I smelled something in the car."