I've reached a new level in pregnancy. And that all-time low involves oxygen. Yes, like an 80 year old emphysema patient. Yes, I have a wheelie-cart (that looks like something between a mobile cane and a Rascal scooter). Yes, it's fully equipped with a four hour supply of oxygen (as if my maternity underwear wasn't embarrassing enough).
If my hair were fixed in this extra-special 'do, I'd resemble this (just minus the bib or whatever the hell she's wearing):
you crack me up. thanks for the comment today!
ReplyDeleteHang in there - there's a cure for what ails you. Just birth that precious baby girl!
ReplyDeleteThat contraption is hilarious! What did people do before the invention of plastic and other pliable materials? It looks like a torture device!
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing... pregnancy's tough, but yours sounds like a doozy!!
~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom
That has to totally suck! I am a new follower and love your blog!
ReplyDeleteI am returning the comment love you left on my blog!
Yikes - that looks painful! Thanks for stopping by my blog:)
ReplyDeleteThat sounds awful. At least it's almost over?
ReplyDeleteBrutal. My best friends during the last few months of pregnancy were my Tempurpedic bed and pillow. Massage. It's your friend too.
ReplyDeleteI'll be needing one of those on Sunday when I have to hit those high notes for our Easter Sunday specials. Above all choir pews ought to hang a panel that drops air masks when oxygen levels get low, especially on days where you have to wear robes! UG!
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