I am officially to the point where getting up from any position other than standing looks as though I am a freshly born foal (baby horse) learning to walk. Except, I am a much bigger, rounder version and no where near as cute.
So basically, I'm a big huge-o, that has to sway, roll, and grunt my way off the couch.
My poor husband tries to help, but, I've pulled him over more than a few times, and that is way more embarrassing than me rolling, swaying, and grunting.
I am now in size "Moo moo" . I am currently wearing a moo moo. Literally I will most likely use it as a tent this summer when we go camping.
And my all time low... I got stuck on the floor of Wal-Mart yesterday. Yes, yes I truly did.
We went swing shopping, for the baby. We found one we were interested in but all they had was the display version so Tom went to look for an employee to see if there were any in the back. That left Zachary and I on our own.
As we're perusing, I notice a swing down WAYYYYYY low that was marked $49.99, so I decided to ease myself down into a crouching position to get a better look.
And that's when it happened. The inevitable. The embarrassing inevitable.
I. GOT. STUCK.
There was no getting up.
No Tom, no store employees, no one!
I'm trying to use the cart handle as leverage and it's NOT working, I'm actually starting to tip the cart... Then I try just grunting and pushing up. I swear I thought my water was going to break. But it didn't (sad face).
Then Zachary leans over the seat and starts entwining his hands in my hair, and pulling all while softly saying "Mom, momma, ma, mommmmm, Ow, Mom, Ow, Momma, Ow." ...
Yes, DAMMIT! MOMMA OW! STOP PULLING MUH HAIR!!!!!!
Finally I managed to
I pretended nothing happened. AT.ALL.
We decided to buy an entirely different swing.
It's cool. No hard feelings.
I accept my current roll (hahaha pun intended) in life....