Sympathy

We are busy potty training Chickenbutt.  It has not been easy.  First of all she was not overly interested until I put Wren on the potty.  Game on. 
Then it was inconsistent.   Some days she would go, some days no.  I am not interested in fighting.
Plus I am not a fan of pull ups (although I will buy one package for outings) because I am cheap (I have a coupon for a free package) and my Chickenbutt is just too skinny.  They will gape.  She will just have to wear tight pants and hope for the best. 
So panties it is.  She is wearing them full time (except to sleep) for the last few days.  Screw the actual potty training, we are going straight to potty trained.  She has had a few accidents but fortunately she likes to read and will spend plenty of time sitting on the toilet.
Next step is using the big toilet.  Again that held no interest until I introduced a little sibling rivalry.  Wren has no fear.  She will sit on the toilet no problem. 
Now here is where the sympathy comes in.  My Chickenbutt is a little perfectionist so she is not a fan of accidents.  However she is also responsible for destroying my bladder control.  Yesterday I coughed for a few seconds and peed my pants.  Full on piss everywhere.  Ok, not everywhere but a new pair of pants was needed.  And my doctor wants to do a full exam since apparently anecdotal pants peeing is not enough to get referred to a specialist. 
Shiiiitttt...well not yet but that better not require a full exam.