Well, it's been about three months since my last accident. I should consider myself lucky, but...I was on my way to a hospital tour, to meet my husband there, and left an hour early, figuring I'd need the extra 15 minutes for traffic. Luckily, there wasn't any, but I ended up needing the time for my IBS attack.Attack is truly the right word, because it seemed to come out of nowhere, suddenly, within seconds, and -- most important -- there was NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT BUT JUST LET IT HAPPEN.I found a nearby supermarket to park at but the second I turned off the engine of my car, the bowel movement just flooded out of me, as if my sphincter was numbed by anesthesia and any movement was impossible. Green, loose, wet, sticky. I'd had on an adult diaper like I always do, but it felt to my mind like the stool leaked through and everyone could see it on my backside, stinking up, as I approached a bagger asking calmly where the restroom was.I went to it. Two stalls, no doors. I had the presence of mind to figure out in the nick of time to lock the restroom door itself and went to work cleaning myself up. The diaper held all of the stool, but in removing it, I stained a little of my underwear and the top part of my pants.Cleaning up my butt and the entire genitalia area, plus parts of my upper thigh that got covered while the bowel movement unloaded...that was the hardest part. It takes a while to remove every trace of wet stool under a strict timetable. I didn't get all of it, but I did my best.I put on another diaper from my purse, washed my hands and put lotion on parts that still stunk.I had to take off my pullover because the cuff faintly smelled.I made it to the hospital in time, but got lost thinking I was on the 1st floor (where the tour was) when I was really on the 2nd.The tour was of the maternity ward, since I'm 8 months pregnant. I felt so defeated but put on a good front.Today, I have to drive over there again for a breastfeeding class and of course, I'm worried that lightning will strike twice.What gets me everytime is how unpredictable and random and frustratingly victimizing into almost incapacity this is. I thought I could circumvent any urge by making sure I ate early enough. But honestly, I felt no pressure, no need whatsoever to go #2.I was more than halfway to my destination when it hit that I DID have to go. What could I have done? Nothing.I don't want this happening every time I'm in a car. It doesn't. But sometimes it does.I feel like such a pathetic victim.