Dead of Night

My husband can wait all hours before waking to pee. He can sleep in and lay in bed, all the while needing to pee, but able to wait until he is good and ready to put foot to floor.

I, on the other hand, pee like clock work at 3 in the morning.

It's dreadful. I wake out of deep sleep, hopping around finding clothes to throw on, and race to the toilet, relieving myself with a steady stream of near-colorless urine.

I'm sorry if this is grossing you out, but this is really really annoying. I hate to do anything after I'm asleep. I fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and once that hat drops, I'm closed for business. What is my bladder thinking? I feel like a little girl again; wiggling my legs to keep from peeing my pants. Perhaps my bladder needs re-training. Being a part of "me" it should know that I'm mad at it. You hear me, bladder? Go to sleep and shut the hell up. It's night time.