I’m a day late with this post… oopsies! Yesterday was another one of my crrrrrazzzzy days (see previous bump post for more on that). Without further ado… le bump:
A bit of an unconventional photo, but I didn’t get a chance to have someone take one yesterday due to the craziness. I posted this one on Instagram this morning and it is now officially in the record books as “Dreambaby #2 Pregnancy BUMP PHOTO! (week 34).”
(Psst… are we following each other on Instagram? If not, find me, “MrsDreamer.”)
So… I’m taking advantage of this pregnancy… kind of to an extreme.
Why, yes, that IS a handicap placard. WOOHOO! I had no idea you could get one of these handy little devices during pregnancy, but YOU CAN. AND I DID. I HAVE NO SHAME.
In all honesty, parking where I teach (ASU’s downtown Phoenix campus) is brutal. I could not find normal parking and was rushing down six stories to feed a meter every couple of hours, which is uncomfortable in and of itself in 100+degree heat, but throw an extra 30 pounds on and it’s REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. Throw some Braxton Hicks on top of that and… yeah… it was bad. So, my OB hooked this sister up. At first, I thought, “This is so nice, but I’ll only use it when I really need it – on the days that I’m teaching.” Welp, that went out the window about ten minutes after the placard was in my hands. “Oh, hey, lookey there, that handicap spot has way better car seat exit access than these other spots, and I’m only running into that kid’s clothing store for a minute.” Then… “Ugh, I just hate walking so far at THE GYM and these handicap spots are always open…” (because it’s THE GYM). I did get a seriously evil glare from a fellow-handicap-placarded elderly gentleman at the post office. WHATEV. I don’t care. I’m going to fully enjoy limited walking distances for the next next six weeks of this pregnancy… and until February when my placard expires.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE JEALOUS.