As we were on our way to Old Faithful, we hit a MAJOR traffic jam. It was nonstop traffic for miles. We waited and waited and waited and waited. HeRoos decided to jump out and see what was going on while I took over driving. As MB and I slowly headed up the road, my bladder got fuller with each passing moment and the baby seemed to get enjoyment out of this as she kicked as hard as she could.
An hour passed and there was no sign of HeRoos and no cell phone reception. I considered my options: a)pee my pants b)pee in one of MB's diapers if I could manuever it in my pants c)leave MB alone in the car & jump out and pee in front of all the stopped vehicles d)pray for a miracle.
Just when I didn't think I could handle another second, the traffic sped up and I FINALLY saw HeRoos on the side of the road. I pulled over, grabbed some tissue, and waddled my pregnant self down by the stream. HeRoos yelled for me to go further down out of sight but there was no time. RELIEF.
Apparently the Buffalo decided they wanted to hang out in the road. It took the Rangers quite a while to herd them off the road. HeRoos never quite made it in time to see the Buffalo but he walked four miles passing vehicles. The buffalo put us behind 2 hours and HeRoos said, "Those darn bison. We should have buffalo burgers for lunch."
We're waiting for Old Faithful to do her "thang."
MB clapped as she huffed and puffed.
The crowd left in a hurry and MB enjoyed walking with a monkey on his back.