when I first saw the story on the news about a new law that would give pregnant women in their 3rd trimester disabled parking tags . . . I was not happy. "Being pregnant can be hard," I thought, "but I don't want people to treat me like it's a disability . . . I think it's
embarrassing enough when people lift stuff for me, or go out of their way to get a door ... "
But here is a list of things I have done in the past week that make the parking spot seem like a good idea ... one less thing to worry about, ya know?
1. put the eggs in the freezer
2. drove my car up on the curb because I was thinking about a sandwich
3. showed up at work on the wrong day
4. had my pants on backwards -- didn't even notice
5. fell down on the sidewalk after turning to tell a panhandler I had no change
6. Fell down trying to avoid a panhandler . . . (but did not spill my diet coke!! Yay! )
7. Fell down for no apparent reason (but I was thinking about a sandwich)
-- I think I've reached the point where my center of gravity has been lost ... with the first pregnancy, my rear end grew at an equal pace to my belly, and things stayed pretty even. I feel mush more off balance this time, but am grateful that the rear side has not grown as fast.