So I got in the closet and started putting up the clothes rod, then screwed in the wall securing bracket thing, then tried to get out. Uh... I was totally stuck. I had built myself in to the closet. Naively, I tried sucking in my belly to squeeze out, but no sucking in was to be done. It was so hot and I was so tired that I just wedged my pudgy little body onto the floor and sat... and sat.... for several minutes until I got up the motivation to unscrew myself from my organized prison.
And I did think, for just a moment, "If I had the baby in here, I could get right out...."
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Maybe next time I see you, you won't be hugely pregnant and we can get a lot of pictures.
When's that baby a-comin'? Perhaps she absorbed a little bit of my spirit when we were visiting and was waiting for her place to be organized and ready for her arrival. I will teach her everything I know and make a gift of a toilet bowl scrubber for her on her 2nd birthday.
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