Random Poll o' the Week: Erm...excuse me...that's...uh....ma'pouch...

Toxic gas under the covers.  yeap. naf said. We slept that night in guest bedroom.   Well.. he did...I ... spent that night mostly in bathroom... chocking on my own gas... that's when I gave up popcorn...

I too am one of those "when you gotta go, you GOTTA go" peeps. One day when I was about 4 months out I was running errands and my last stop was the post office. While waiting in line the feeling hit me and after sweating a bit I finally got to the front of the line and asked the woman if there was a bathroom I could use. I think she took pity on me because she took me back to the staff bathroom where I proceeded to go and completely clog their toilet There wasn't a plunger in sight and I was so embarrased I paid for my package and left quickly. Needless to say, I don't go to that post office any more (thankfully there's another one in the other direction).

 i was going to say getting the walking farts in front of clients. Or when my pouch "sings" while trying to teach clients relaxation techniques. But no..... it was when I dropped trow in front of my friend on her wedding day! I was wearing my spanx underneath my track pants and apparently spandex plus spandex equals pants around the ankles before you know it! Mercifully, my friend was so busy getting ready and freaking out about wedding stuff that she barely noticed.....

I made my daughter cry from the smell of my farts. I ate something that didn't agree with me and the gas was horrific; the kind you can taste. It wasn't so bad at first, but it ripened; the smell just got worse and worse the longer it was there!

My daughter started to cry and ran out of the room, dry heaving! She called me a fart terrorist.

I sometimes get gas like that in public, and now that it's winter, it gets trapped in my coat. I was walking my dog the one go, and the smell was cased in my coat (a knee length, close fitting down coat) for a long time. It was too cold to open my jacket, so I choked on it till I got home.

I had stinky gas pre-op, but nothing like this.

ETA - I ate a half of a supreme protein bar - the one with the pretzel in it....didn't know it was loaded with sugar alcohols! I asked my daughter what I ate that day - she remembers in case I want to buy that again! She knows to tell me which ones are safe (when I am out and hungry and don't grab a quest bar. Their sugar alcohols don't bother me, it's the erythritol - no distress).

My husband's birthday last year. I was six months out at the time. He declared he wanted ice cream cake, so I comply, and while fetching, notice that they have sugar free varieties of ice cream. I get a kiddy one along with the cake. We get home and that evening he enoys his cake and I eat half of my ice cream. We have a very fun end to the evening (if ya know what I mean) and not five minutes after finishing, I feel like my intestines are about to EXPLODE. Spent the next hour on the toilet praying for the GasX to work.. and for the farts to come.