I actually went out today. After a week and a half of being couped up in the house I finally can go out. There's no worry about me going early now since I'm considered at term.
My sister drove us to the store. I haven't been there in two weeks, and yet, not much has changed. I was still able to find everything on my list. Of course it's a small store, so even if they did move things around, I can find it very easily.
The baby cooperated for a little while, and my shopping when off without a hitch for most of the morning. Then he shifted into an awkward position, forcing me to stoop to a level that only pregnant woman have the ability to stoop to: Waddling.
I did make an attempt to not waddle, but I think I made it look worse. I looked more like a wounded duck. But since I am obviously pregnant, I guess it didn't look so bad.
I should stop being so self-conscience, but that is the "side effect" of being pregnant. For some, it's getting large and mishaped, for me, it's walking funny.
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