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I’m a positive person by nature, and I love to laugh. It’s always been that way. My Mom got notes home from school saying what a happy and good-natured child I was. That continued straight through to present time, with the exception of my high school years where laughter was often overshadowed by bullying.
After getting married I found myself working in computer sales, in a large call center. You know the kind – giant room with lots of aisles full of cubbies. I used to sit by a guy named Gary. He actually requested to have his seat moved because of me. He told the supervisor “I can’t bear to constantly have to listen to someone so damned cheerful”. I kid you not. I laughed when I heard him say it and I laughed even harder when they moved him over near the bathroom.
A few years later I had my first child. If you have children, then you know how much entertainment they can provide. I found myself laughing as much or more then ever. You have to. They’re cute. They’re funny. They don’t know how to reason yet. They don’t understand the laws of the universe (such as sound carries).
TJ was born in November. I did a lot of smiling during his first few months. Then, as his personality started coming out I’d find myself laughing. We had some company over once. We were trying a new food and he made just THE funniest face. It was so funny I found myself howling and was almost doubled over in laughter holding my stomach. Until I wasn’t laughing anymore and I found myself having the urge to put my hands in front of my privates. No poise whatsoever. I had laughed so hard that I leaked a little. I was terrified that it was going to come through my clothes. That was my first experience with light bladder leakage.
I didn’t like being nervous about laughing. When I called my OB and asked him about it he told me it was very common. (I’ve since learned that one in three women has light bladder leakage, by the way.) What was I to do. I hated the thought of not being able to laugh as much and as often as I wanted. I didn’t really need yet another reason to use those giant mattress-like things I kept in my bathroom for that time of the month. What I would have given to come across someone that could save me from the concept of not laughing, because that just wouldn’t be me. What I would have given to meet SAM back then.
I met SAM recently. SAM is a member of the Poise family. He’s the star of the new Poise Microliner. These are the thinnest microliners available today, and they are perfect for anyone who deals with light bladder leakage. SAM stands for super absorbent material. SAM is so discreet that noone knows he’s there.
SAM weighs almost nothing and is ridiculously thin. I’m not kidding about the thin, he’s about the thickness of some toilet paper! Look!
I wish SAM had been available years go. He and I would have become best buds immediately!
You can learn more about the Poise line and SAM at Poise.com. You can even check out the new Poise Microliner for yourself and put SAM to the test. Just sign up online to receive a free liner sample. Live life with Poise and laugh outloud without leaks!
Do you leak when you laugh out loud? I’d really like to know, please leave a comment!