![]() Extra wipes, and ideally good-sized ones.Very good to have when you DO need it! Better safe than sorry, and better avoiding rashes if possible! Powder or cream, even if it's not always your thing.I'm not generally, but even i know it's not good form to just dispose in a random bin, please bag and close up your diapees to the best of your ability changing in public! Disposal bags, especially if you're a diaper Messer.An actual BAG! First, almost anyone can get away with a backpack unexplained these days, but even if not, at least have it in the car if you've got one! Either way, a bag is key so you're not smuggling diapers under your shirt and thinking that's somehow sneaky!.One slightly larger one or a few small ones is enough for me, but your mileage may vary! Never do the bare minimum or you might find yourself in trouble with no backups left! For me, that usually means 4 to 5 in case I need them, even though I normally only need to change in the morning, shortly after lunch, and in the evening once usually, but I still bring more! I think next time I drive to the beach or next time I decide to have that medium iced coffee, we all know what kind of protection I will wear…□□□□. I ran straight to my room, took these pictures, and stripped off my sodden clothing. Bless morning bbabybbear who picked out the perfect dress to humiliate herself in. I honestly don’t think you could tell it was soaking before it was white. My one saving grace was the color of my dress. The tell tale feeling of increasing wetness between the legs as I walk/ran the few blocks back to my place. My dress was so wet that it was dripping little droplets of pee on the back of my legs as I walked. ![]() What a strange feeling to be out in public wearing accident-soaked-clothing. I didn’t want to assess the damage I just kept looking for a parking spot. Well, now my car is going to smell like a bedwetter’s room, huh? I felt the hot wetness pool around my butt and then it overcame the waistband and gushed out across my lower back. I gingerly lowered myself onto the seat and gave an exasperated sigh. I knew it was a blowout before I made contact with the seat. I stood outside the drivers seat for a little while longer, hoping the exhausted pull-up would find a little more space to absorb before I had to sit down again. When I was finished, I unloaded my stuff and could feel the wetness sloshing around inside the pull-up. All I could do was stand next to my car and pretend I was doing something important rather than standing with my legs slightly too far apart, accidentally peeing my pants (or my dress I should say). I tried to stop it, but my bladder muscles were exhausted. As soon as I got out of the car to stand up, I could feel a gush of pee exit my body and slash into the sodden pull-up. I finally made it home to drop my beach accoutrements before parking. I checked myself afterwards and, thankfully, the car seat and my dress were still dry.ĭryness would not be my ultimate fate, however. But as the notification, “traffic is getting worse,” popped up on my screen, I could feel my straining muscles give up and release an accident into my already wet pull-up. But I was enjoying myself, listening to The Japanese House’s new amazing album. There was no shoulder I could pull off to change myself (people were driving in my emergency lane). So I kept driving and proceeded to get stuck in 40 minutes of bumper to bumper traffic. ![]() I had a big wetting immediately after putting it on, but I can usually go 2-3 times in a pull-up. I got myself a medium iced coffee which, looking back now, I should have known was too much fluid for a drive.Ībout 30 minutes in, I decided to pull over (lol) and put on my pull-up, which I had so wisely packed in my diaper bag! By the way, this was one of the first diaper bags I’ve packed by and for myself for a trip and I even packed baby wipes (#proud). On the way home, however, I was feeling sleepy from all that salt air and a whole day of blissfully jumping around in the ocean. I drove there in my bathing suit and a cover up and didn’t have any potty issues. I decided to take myself to the beach yesterday which is about a two hour drive. Story time, day two! Something is up with my bladder this weekend because I have a second humiliating incident to share. ![]()
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