Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A race to the stoplight
This morning I went walking; it was my attempt at exercising for the day and part of my attempt not to turn to a bowl full of jelly before our little one makes her appearance. Anyway, I was walking and this little old man was walking next to me. Then I saw it. A competitive gleam in his eyes. He was racing me! Well, surely I couldn't let him out walk me, so the race to the stop light began. The only question remaining is who can walk faster, a 36 week pregnant woman or a little old man? I can. I can! I left him in the dust, . . . but just barely.
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That is so funny! I'd rather have an old guy race me than tell me I look like I'm "ready to EXPLODE!" I always hated such comments when I was large with child. Enjoy those last few weeks of being big. :) Don't worry, you'll be small again in a little while, and you'll have a sweet baby to smile back at you too.
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