7/6/07
Right now I feel like a parolee...
Aron and I went to the Dr yesterday and found out that everything is going VERY well with our little girl. So well infact, that I've been taken off of bed rest and put on LOW ACTIVITY...whatever that means. Part of me sees it as a security alert at the airport. I've just been pulled off of Red and downgraded to Orange...FFFffeew! Close call people.
I'm in the final month with only 4 weeks until her due date. If this little peanut (which by the way, is more of a watermelon then a peanut these days) decides she wants to come, there is no stopping her. Part of me is very nervous to go anywhere in case my water were to break at the store.
"Target employees, we need a clean up in the candy section..." As I beats cheeks to the door with a wet bum. CLASSY! But in my defense, uncontrollable. I refuse to walk around wearing an adult diaper like Aron suggested... come on! I already look like a weeble, why make my butt bigger and noisier than it already is?
