One, two, can't buckle my shoe.

In a word, I think I would call pregnancy restricting. It seems as though pregnant women don't gain alot as far as what they can now do since they are pregnant. However, the list of things that one cannot do continually grows.

Some recent restrictions that have entered my life are....

1. I can't walk in a straight line. I am not sure why this is, maybe my equilibrium is off. But when Daniel and I walk together at night I just keep walking into him.

2. I can't walk, I waddle. There were times in the past that I would see pregnant women waddling and I thought that they were over-exaggerating. So if I had any sense of judgement in those moments, I am living with the backlash from that. I have officially started waddling. I didn't think that I waddled until the other day someone pointed out how "cute" it was. I can't do anything about it.

3. I can't put on shoes, or at least complicated ones. My belly is finally big enough that I can't reach my feet to put on shoes. Daniel had to rescue me the other day as I rolled around on the bed reaching for my ankle to buckle the strap on my gladiator sandals. It was the equivalent to watching a beached whale flap around on shore and try to reach its own tail.

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