Squeaks and whistles

I had a funny experience this weekend - funny and also kind of embarassing as it involves farting - but I share it here (partly for cakefox and anyone else with a special appreciation of toilet related humour) because in the end the humour won out.

I am not usually a particularly 'farty' person. Not saying I never do, just that I don't that often, or generally keep them to myself where possible! Pregnancy has changed that somewhat, OK a lot. So, where once just doing a loud fart would have been enough to make me laugh, lately I've kind of gotten used to them and they mostly pass (hehe) by un-noticed. Until last night, when the strangest fart I've ever done made its entrance into our world. This fart - if you can even call it that - was so high pitched and dare I say it squeaky (although I'd like to point out that this is NOTHING to do with me being called Squeak!) that it was hard to identify as intestinal gas escaping from a human body. I was by myself at the time but laughed so long and hard that my husband came running in from the other room to see what was so funny. I couldn't give him explanation enough, 'I just farted' didn't seem to cut it, and it really wasn't a noise I knew how to describe any other way. But later that evening (to his infinite joy) my body was kind enough to offer a repeat - then he realised why I had been laughing just so hard. Thankfully he at least was then able to form a description that sort of comes close: it sounded like the fart equivalent of a person talking after they've just taken a big suck off a helium balloon! We called it the Helium Fart. It was a special moment.