Getting bigger all the time. To be specific, I believe that this week, possibly as of yesterday, we crossed that line where my *elly extends past my *oobs, which on me, is quite an accomplishment. And I’m pretty sure I’m standing up straight here.
I like how I’m posing by the door, as if I might, at any moment, make a waddle for it.
Last night, Scott and I attended, or rather tried to attend, a Fire Arts Festival, which led to a slight freak out when I realized that I’d been breathing in propane for about half an hour and needed to get the heck out of there. Talked to my OB today and she said not to worry. Main problem would have been if I’d asphyxiated. Half an hour, in an outdoor venue, not bad.
Perhaps next year the organizers could put a note over the gate warning pregnant people to stay home though. Like those birth defects notices at the gas station. Question: Am I not supposed to put gas in my car for 9 months?
Moving on…
Swim class was ever so delightful tonight. We did this long, low, lunging waterwalk that made us look like a bunch of pregnant Bugs Bunnies sneaking up on each other. In a circle, of course.
Re: gas in car. Well, you really don’t want to breathe that stuff. Can S gas up the car? Or at least be very sure to turn your head away when you’re unscrewing the cap.