The Humorous

There have definitely been some amusing moments during this whole pregnancy thing. Like:

Nate and I had noticed that over time, my pants tend to slide down under my belly and I have to hike them back up. We were talking about men with beer bellies, and how they have the same problem. But unlike these men, I never have the ass crack problem. In other words, the back of my pants never slides down. Nate and I were both wondering why this might be, when we simultaneously came up with the answer: my butt is too big. My pants will never fall down in the back because I have plenty to hold them up.

During our last birthing class, people were talking about concerns they have about labor. One thing that came up was worrying about cussing. Now let me tell you, I have plenty of concerns about labor, mostly involving pain, an episiotomy, an emergency c-section, and a few other physical things I will not go into detail about. Let's just say dropping a few f-bombs is not high on my list.

I have a hard time rolling from side to side in bed and getting out of bed. To do either, I have to build up my momentum. My upper body and stomach stay mostly stationary and I use my legs to to turn my whole body over to the side. When I want to get out of bed, I push myself harder, roll onto one side, and land with my feet on the floor. The first time Nate saw me do this, he called me a "roly-poly."

A couple of weeks ago, Nate wanted to go to a pub but I'm so pregnant now I felt self-conscious. I could have gotten a non-alcoholic beer or a soft drink or something, but I've heard horror stories about pregnant women getting a hard time, dirty looks, etc. when in a bar. So Nate said if anything happened, he would tell them "My wife's not pregnant; she's just fat!"