- The garage. Not when it's empty of course, but the days of squeezing between the side mirror of the car and the wall are long gone. I now fold the mirror down, beg Josh to pull out for me and put Tommy in the carseat from the driveway.
- The sleeping bag. Technically I can get in and out of the sleeping bag, but rolling over in the middle of the night does not happen inside the bag as it should. Instead the bag comes with me as I flop from one side to the other as if I'm wearing some sort of atrocious mummy-gown.
- The sofa. I have officially renewed my love affair with the ugliest least-shapely piece of furniture on the planet (the love sac). And I don't care who knows it.
- Toilet stalls. I remember being terrified of being stuck in a toilet stall and having to call the maintenance men on the radio to come and disassemble the walls to get me out the last time I was pregnant. After I was done being pregnant that fear seemed totally irrational most toilet stalls have plenty of room. I now remember just how reasonable it was.
- Through my front door. Technically this hasn't been proven, but since I haven't left my house in over 48 hours I'm going to go ahead and assume it's true. And sad.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Places I No Longer Fit....
It all started with my skinny clothes, and now the list of Places I No Longer Fit has become extensive and really quite alarming. Here's a sampling.
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TOILET STALLS!! I have not found a toilet stall big enough to fit a pregnant woman (besides the handicap capable ones - and that's just rude). I remember so many times having to basically sit back down to get the door open and several times getting wedged between the half open door and the side wall of the stall before managing to get it closed to try again. Yep. I had forgotten about that too! Haha!
ReplyDeleteIt really is a terrible thing that no one thought to include pregnant women in the planning when they designed toilet stalls. I went to see Harry Potter 7.2 and had to run to the bathroom after the movie because holding a pregnant bladder through such a long movie is only possible if you don't buy a drink. Anyway, when I was trying to leave the stall I pulled the door open and definitely jabbed myself in the baby! It hurt so bad and since then it has happened a couple times. you'd think I'd remember and figure out how to avoid it rather than assume I've got it under control. I might have to start standing on the toilet in order to get the door open without hitting myself...
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