I like to say my life is like a sitcom, however, recently it seems my life has been just.plain.normal. Nothing too funny or out of the ordinary, which is nice sometimes. Until Thanksgiving week.
I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones already wreaking havoc, or the unlimited bagels we had that week, but let’s just say I was having some “trouble” ::cough, cough:: using the bathroom. Yet another thing I didn’t miss about being pregnant. When I finally succeeded, I was relieved, excited, and quite frankly, in some pain. But, I had succeeded, and luckily it was timed perfectly with my shower, because seriously, being in a house with 23 other adults? Difficult to hide that you’re in one of the only bathrooms for longer than the usual pee time.
Then came flushing. Oh no. It….didn’t….work. ::Looks right::looks left:: NO plunger. I searched the cabinets, I searched behind the toilet, I searched again. Nothing. One more flush. Nope. Nothing. You know that panic? That panic where there’s no way you’re going to go announce to your husband’s entire family that you managed to clog their relatively new large toilet. No way. There’s got to be a resolution.
And I saw it. Turn away now if you can’t handle traumatic adult poop stories. But there it was. Hanging in the shower. An old, rusty, disposable razor. There’s no way anyone has used it in months. No one would notice it was missing, right? And if they did, then what? They have to go buy another bag of $3.00 disposable pink razors? Hardly a bad thing.
I grabbed it. And noted that the water level had gotten so low that I could reach in with no contact to my hands. This was going to work.
Sparing you the dirty details, picture me, sweaty and nervous, knowing my time was becoming short and people would be expecting me soon, fishing into the toilet with a pink disposable razor until the matter was taken care of enough for a clean flush.
Luckily I got to shower afterwards.
Barfing yet?
True to life 
oh em gee.
No judgment here. I may or may not have once used a wire coat hanger to do the exact same thing.
AH! I have totally been there!!! Even without the excuse of being pregnant. When my husband and I were registering for our wedding, I registered for two plungers. Hubby says, “Uh, we already have a plunger.” I say, ” Yeah, and it’s in our bathroom. We have two others that need to be covered.” And continued to relate every experience I’ve had at his parents’ house involving extra time spent in the bathroom, a plastic bag and a frantic pulse. He agreed in the end, but it might have been because he was ready for me to stop talking about poop. Whatever. I still won.
I have also needed to do the same thing . . . that’s why I make sure to have a plunger in my bathroom. It’s just common sense people!!! I’m glad you had the situation handled though!