Me: Kenzie why is there the green paint from the baby's room on your leg?
(Jeff painted the nursery this past weekend)
Kenzie: Well, the paint can swished open and the paint come over to me and jumped on my leg.
Maybe it is time to have a discussion on the importance of telling the truth.
It frustrates me when people say," we are pregnant". Let me just be clear, I am pregnant and nothing about my husband is. I am gaining weight, I don’t fit into my "normal" clothes, once in awhile my back is aching, I feel like I am constantly carrying around a cantaloupe evolving into a watermelon, and my crying hormones have been turned on in full force. Now, I will say that my husband does have to deal with me as these issues all arise and this is no easy task but he is a great support and encourager. Enough said.
I am waddling around today, because I am pregnant?... Oh no that would a normal good reason for waddling. I pulled a real swift move at the gym today and now I feel like I have been riding a horse for the past 20 hours or at least what I think it would feel like if I were riding a horse. I don't ride horses. I digress. I am walking on the treadmill; a nice normal pace. I get distracted by one of the TVs hanging to my right. I have my iPod on so I don't have a clue what is being said, but it is always fun to speculate. Left foot decides to move off the rotating treadmill belt, right foot continues to move, quickly, to the end of the treadmill. Left foot planted solid in one spot, right foot moving away, really far, too far away from left foot... This is what gymnasts call a split. Oh yes, a split indeed but I am no gymnast.
