Ever since my hubby and I moved in together I had set myself a goal of being able to go get him a wet rag and meet him at the bathroom door if he v*. Today he v* out of nowhere (He said his vision went blurry and he felt very dizzy and n*, I think he got out of bed too quickly to go pee); and while he was in the bathroom making noises I knew weren't pee I calmly (for the most part; my adrenaline was up a little) walked to the kitchen, found a rag, wet it, and met him at the bathroom door with it. And I kissed him full on the mouth too.
Woohoo! And I thought I was getting worse!!!
P.S. This is after a week of vacation with my brother in law who just got his stomach stapled and was v* a lot as a result of eating too much/too fast. I guess the exposure thing really does work.