Proud of My Pee

I know, I know...gross, but I can't help it. I'm proud of my pee. More specifically the color of my pee. So I'm 34 weeks pregnant today and had my weekly gyno appointment this morning. Every time I see the doctor I have to leave a urine sample. Pretty routine stuff here. Well the amazingly chic 80's decor clinic I frequent is quite high tech in my standards. Here's how it goes. I sign in at the front desk and go wait by the only bathroom available. You would think an obstetrics clinic with a bazillion pregnant women all having squashed bladders could factor in another bathroom somewhere in the building, but that would take away all the fun! Once I get into the bathroom, there is a nice plastic tupperware bin with plastic cups, lids, and wipes. I always swipe extra of the latter for future emergency use caused by my 1 1/2 year old daughter. Anyways, there's also one nice deliable marker to write your name on the pee cup. I always hesitate before picking up that one shiny black marker. Thoughts of the previous ownership and adventures of toliet land flash through my mind. But I've got pregnancy brain so I forget about all those images after a couple seconds and write my name as legiably and quickly as humanly possible. Then, of course, I pee in the cup. I won't go into the step by step process on how to pee in a cup. It's written on the bathroom wall in English and Spanish so...just follow instructions. But let me tell you it's always harder than it looks in the instructional pictorials. Inevitably you get peed on. No biggie. Now the part where I get a huge surge of pride. There is this nice metal rotator shelf built into the wall. You just slide that baby around and slip your pee cup inside. AND there is always one or two other pee cups to keep yours company! I judge those pee cups like a group of eighteen year old girls judge each other's tans on spring break. Mine is almost always the lightest of the bunch, almost transparent like Nicole Kidman's skin! It's breathtaking really. I'd like to thank the 64 ounces of water that find their way into my system daily which is no easy feat considering my pancake-like bladder. I just wish my docotor would acknowlegde the wonders and hard work of my off-white pee.