Late bloomers I thought you were talking the bloomers that got cut off in the ER .

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I actually wore a diaper to my last colonoscopy... I wet when ever I sleep, so I thought I may wet while "under" for the procedure. I told the prep nurse that I am a bedwetter, and I wore an "incontinence brief" just incase. (I raised my hospital gown on the side, to show her what I was referring to.) She just smiled and said "No problem, that's much more common than you may think." For the procedure, they just un-do the tapes on one side, fold the diaper down, and get to it.  When I woke up after, I was still diapered, and wet. So wearing a diaper to the colonoscopy is no big deal.

The twists certainly aren't finished from here~ Just sayiiing~ Ah, okay. There's a reason why he's not getting any red flags. Okay, here's the third chapter of Troubles in Toddlerhood! - Chapter Three: The Mother-in-Law. - Bartolomea Zanetti was a bit heavyset, large breasts, large hips, and had curly black hair in a mop, but had a powerful and confident air about her. Celine watched the woman walk into the ladies room and take a look at the situation. When the woman gazed at her with hooded hazel eyes, Celine knew she was annoyed.   “Now, what if that was you, hmm? Couldn’t find somewhere other than the floor for these poor little ones?” she asked pointedly before she handed the law clerk a package of Luvs and three changing pads.   “I tried my best with what I had, ma’am,” Celine said politely.   “Hmph. Toddlers require more than ‘just your best.’ They’re starting out in life, so you need to pay attention. But I suppose your head is in the clouds, too wrapped up in being a law clerk to pay attention to the little things in life, like children.”   “Mom, please,” Erasmo tried to intercede, but to no avail.   “Hmph. She found these little ones. it’s up to you and her to properly care for them, and since she’s the one in the lady’s room, it’s up to her to change them. I can give her advice. Nothing more. If the two of you want to start a family, you can’t rely on me the whole time.” She looked at Celine with a stink-eyed glance, as she tried to put a diaper on Galina. “What in the world are you doing?”   “Putting a diaper on one of them? All three are girls, by the way.”   “You’ve never babysat before? Lord Almighty…here, I’ll show you. First, get the three changing pads, put each toddler on a separate pad, so that it soaks up any potential messes. …Well, come on, we haven’t got all night. …Good. Now, wipe down their private areas with a wet wipe; since girls have more sensitive areas than boys, you’re going to have to be very thorough.”   Celine started with Galina again, who had peed on her hands during the change; somehow, all three toddlers were still asleep. She went to wipe them off with the same wipe in disgust, but Mother Zanetti stopped her immediately.   “Nope, use a different wipe. Babies will do those things when they aren’t potty-trained. Now gently lift up her bottom, slide the diaper underneath. The colored side should be facing you. Now tape it up, make sure it’s not too snug or loose; you should be able to run two fingers between her stomach and the diaper area. Hurry up, we still have two more toddlers.”   Celine quickly finished the task, and Mrs. Zanetti quickly checked…before nodding in approval, picking up Galina who was drooling on the older woman’s shoulder, somehow still asleep.   “Now, before the next baby, make sure to wash your hands beforehand. …Good. Since you know how to do these things, now for the next one.”   “Why don’t you help?” Celine muttered, glowering at the older woman.   “Because if you’re taking care of these three, sometimes, you won’t have help,” Mrs. Zanetti said calmly, although her eyes betrayed her annoyance at her son's fiancée. “This is good practice. Come on now, we don’t have all night.”   The young law clerk quickly changed Svetlana and finally Tatiana before looking at her ruined jersey.   Thanks a lot, Tatiana. I paid over $120 for this custom-made jersey, and now you pooped all over it. Thanks again.   “Don’t they look so precious?” Erasmo said, his hazel eyes warm with fatherly love, despite his goth-like look with shaggy black hair, a loose-fitting black shirt with a skeleton pattern, baggy black jeans, and combat boots.   Not really? They’re just former daycare workers who just so happen to need diapers for giant messes.   It was what she wanted to think, but she had to admit that the three looked pretty damn cute as toddlers.   “Now for the blankets; they’ll get chills otherwise.”   Mother Zanetti, interrupting tender moments since the beginning of time. Celine sighed before grabbing the pink blankets, swaddling the three, as the group moved out of the ladies room. The older black bouncer was busy holding curious patrons back, whispering, “Shh…little ones are sleeping.”   “Well, I better get back home,” Mother Zanetti said with a sigh. “I left Ottavio in charge of the house, but he, Angelo, and Ulisse are a handful in their own right. Teen boys…”   The woman walked out of the restaurant, shaking her head in what seemed like disgust with her future daughter-in-law…or maybe the teenagers wrecking the house? Hell if she knew.   She looked at Erasmo in annoyance. “I don’t suppose you got stuffed animals for them?” the law clerk asked him sarcastically. “As a matter of fact, I did,” her boyfriend said with a smile; he either ignored the sarcasm or didn’t care. “New ones, too.”   Celine froze when she saw the stuffed animals, and she realized that her old housemates turning into toddlers was, in no way, a coincidence, as they put the three toddlers into car seats.   She quickly brought up her Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube pages on her phone, as Erasmo drove them back to their place. Normally, Svetlana, Tatiana, and Galina would have full Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube profiles; Svetlana did song covers (with an admittedly beautiful high soprano), Galina wrote scary short stories (and had them published), and Tatiana did anime drawings (which she had sold).   None of their pages existed.   Hospital records, there has to be some mistake…   Celine’s eyes widened in horror as she saw the dates of birth of her three former housemates: June 30th of last year. Even the time born, down to the second, was the exact same for all of them.   But that wasn’t the worst of it. The mother and father on the birth certificate? Her and Erasmo, even though she knew she had never gotten pregnant.   What the FUCK is going on?!   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Totally get it, I am due for colonoscopy. Awkward conversation has caused me pause, but honestly A) I have post-matriculation dribble to a big extent and B I can't 100% guarantee I won't have an accident while out.