Bloopers

I keep forgetting that I'm pregnant, so it's a shock every time I walk past a mirror or a window. Since it was so nice today, Danny and I decided to go knock around the tennis ball for a while. Everything was going well until he hit the ball a little too far to my right. I ran as fast as my little pregnant body would carry me, took a swing at the ball (which I missed), but then couldn't stop the momentum that had accumulated from the extra 25 lbs of weight distribution that is concentrated in my belly region. I was like a run away freight train, overloaded with coal, headed for a down hill track. Luckily I was able to keep myself upright long enough to coast to a stop before slamming into the fence or face-planting on the court. Danny made me calm down after that and he decided that we wouldn't keep score.....just for fun. Just playing for fun.

As if that wasn't enough, I pulled a totally bone-head stunt tonight while we were making our bed. Danny was airing out our down comforter and I kept messing with it so he couldn't get it straight. He kept at it, so finally I decided it would be funny if I just belly flopped right in the middle of it. I went air born, thought "uh-oh", then came crashing down on my belly. Well, I kind of tucked a little bit so I wasn't flat on my belly, but still. I'm a bad parent. I apologized. She's going to kick me tonight, I know it!