A Time of Acceptance

SO great new story for you....

I parked our car in a parking lot the other day, as I was going into the uniform shop to get some uniforms Kim needed. And you know how when you get out of a car, you usually go hip first and slide out? Well, when you're as pregnant as I am.....as you slide out of the car.....and you parked maybe a little too close to the car next to you, you get stuck. Yes, I was stuck. And as I looked down at my giant bump and saw that I couldn't get through.....the first thing that crossed my mind was, "you know 2 weeks ago, I probably would have fit through this".......because somewhere from week 28-31, I blew up! And so....I wiggle myself free and back into the car, and I just break into tears. And I'm crying because I got stuck! I was so upset that I got stuck! So.....I gather myself after a good cry, give myself a peptalk, decide.....Ok, let's go for round 2. So, I open the door again, and this time, instead of going hip first (and risk getting stuck again) I went belly first. And as I walk out of the car, I fit with ease. It was just as awful as getting stuck. Who fits belly first as a opposed to hip first? Who? It was awful. So as I go into the uniform the shop and get Kim his uniforms, I realize that being huge is part of being pregnant. I accepted the fact that I'm probably going to get stuck in a couple more places. Its only 2 more months, and then I won't get stuck anymore. I can't handle getting stuck anymore after that.