Can't a girl just pee?

So our New Year's holiday included a round trip to Hallettsville to visit the in-laws. Of course that means lots of gas station stops so I can pee.........every hour or so. My very patient husband obliges this need with no complaints, thankfully. Most of the time, this delay is rather uneventful. We enjoy people-watching as we make our way past the soda machines, around the corn nuts, and left of the tacky koozies to the sometimes questionable restroom facilities. I usually am an in-and-out kind of gal. However, on the way home we stopped at a new place that looked clean enough and much to my dismay, the toilets were a foot from the ground. For a brief second, I thought I'd stumbled into an elementary school bathroom. I checked all of the stalls hoping to find a "big girl" potty, but was met with disappointment. They didn't even have the courtesy to install steel handles to assist with the squatting. Feeling the pressure on my bladder, I covered the seat extensively and used the walls to get my big belly low enough to eliminate the 2 liters of water I sucked down earlier. Ahhhh sweet relief. Then it hit me......how the heck was I going to get back up? Of course I was the only person in the bathroom - not that I was going to ask a perfect stranger to pull my big butt off the seat. I didn't bring my purse with my cell phone inside to call Shawn for help. Obviously I didn't think this plan through thoroughly. After a brief state of panic, I knew I had to put on my big girl panties and deal with it. For those of you who have never been pregnant, simply raising up as normal was not an option. Physiologically speaking, the belly is too big at this point to allow such a direct movement. So my only option was to use the bathroom stall walls to "shimmy" on up to standing position. Uhhhhh, easier said than done. The first two tries were fairly comical. I got about 6 inches above the seat before losing my balance and flopping back down. Thank gosh for my 15 layers of seat coverage - that cushion was appreciated. On my third attempt, it was as if a heavenly toilet bowl angel lifted me up as if I was floating on a cloud. I was finally standing! I washed my hands and ran out of there faster than a celebrity orders a C-section and a tummy tuck. I'm exhausted just thinking about it!