Is It An Earthquake? Is The Floor Collapsing? No, It's...

So, I thought I would share this embarrassing pregnancy moment with you, because, well frankly, nothing really embarrasses me at this point. 

So last Friday, Chase randomly spent the night at his grandma’s house, and I am a hunting widow, so I thought: Hey, why don't I do something crazy. Like go shopping by myself. You know, like actually browse Walmart without having to dodge the toy aisle, having to run someone to the bathroom every few minutes or having my child beg and beg for something.  And sometimes Chase begs for toys too.  So I was stoked for this.  And no, I don’t feel that being this excited to venture on an independent trip to Walmart to pick out shampoo in peace is pathetic.  If you would have asked me five years ago, sure.  I would have thought this was extremely pathetic, especially on a Friday night.  But that was before I pushed an 8 and a half pound nugget out of my vagina. 

So here I am, pushing a shopping cart through Walmart when I feel a vibrating feeling.  I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, but it wasn’t ringing.  I didn’t think much of it, put my phone back in my pocket and moseyed along my journey. 

I took a few steps and I felt the vibrating sensation again.  Again, I took out my phone to check to see if there was a call. But nothing.  I continued to waddle along as I felt the same vibration continue.  Now, I was starting to get worried.  I looked around to see if anyone else was reacting to this vibrating feeling.  Was there an earthquake?  Was the floor going to cave in?  But no one around me seemed to be concerned, so along I trotted. 

Until, it happened again.  It was this time that I figured out what this vibrating feeling was…. It was (dun, dun, dun) my thighs rubbing together! (Gasp).  Now, don’t get me wrong, I have never been one to be concerned, whatsoever, about my weight (or anyone else’s weight) but I find it somewhat pathetic that I actually considered that there was an earthquake in Minnesota, in November, before I considered that my 40 pound weight gain could be effecting the way I walk, or waddle. 

So here I am with ten weeks left of my second, and last, pregnancy, ( Yeah, yeah, I know I said that last time.  But this time I really mean it.) without the ability to control when and where I urinate and without a thigh gap.  So I did the only thing I could think of doing…. I went through the Arby’s drive thru and feasted on a hearty roast beef sandwich and curly fries, with extra Arby's sauce, of course. 

Anywho, Happy Tuesday!