Assistance needed for pregnant lady . . .

So today I made a revelation . . . I am no longer willing to help myself. I will now and forevermore (at least through December) need someone else around to do little things for me. What little things, you might ask? Oh, like picking up the things I drop on the floor. :) See, if it drops on the floor and I can't pick it up with my toes (like a monkey at the zoo), it's just going to stay there. :)

Other revelations from the past few days: I do not fit in a restaurant booth any longer. Sure, there are probably some out there that I can squeeze into but, as of Sunday, I am definitely out of booth contention at the Red Lobster on I-240 and Western. :)

Oh, and I can't lean forward overly much to grab something someone is handing me.

I also can't stand up without grunting.

Also, pretty sure I can't do the pee pee dance anymore when I have to really go. Not only because the urge is so powerful but also because it hurts to squeeze my legs together. I must say I find it extremely amusing that everyone tells girls to keep their knees shut to avoid getting pregnant but when you get pregnant you can't shut your knees because it hurts. Strange things amuse me.