I truly do not remember having to pee so often, this early, when I was pregnant with Nate. And I also don't remember peeing being so incredibly unsatisfying. I hold it and hold it (since I was just there 20 minutes ago), and then I finally rush to the bathroom expecting this wonderful flooding release. And I tinkle. I tinkle like a little girl. Pathetic and weak. And then, 25 minutes later, I do it again.