So maybe some of you out there have heard of pregnant people becoming less than graceful when they get pregnant.
Something about a change in their center of gravity...or something like that.
It's the #1 reason why bike riding during pregnancy is discouraged.
(insert sarcastic voice here) Now I've always been proud of my graceful movements. I'm an amazing dancer, and I never fall up the stairs (yes, up is the correct term). And last night, at Bible study, my dear husband affirmed my gracefulness.
As I sat on the couch with a plate full of food balancing on my lap, my glass of tea in one hand, and my napkin and chocolate chip cookie in the other, I noticed him eying me carefully.
"Careful with all that," he commented. To which I sort of annoyedly responded "I will."
"Well, you haven't been the most graceful lately.
Ok, so maybe I drop things on a regular basis, and maybe I spend a good portion of the day picking up things that I knocked over. And maybe I can hardly get out of the shower without killing myself.
But the other day, when the shade fell down, I did not try to re-roll it 4 times because I kept dropping it and finally gave up.
I think I'd better stay off of bikes.