I was looking threw pictures tonight and found this one. I was about 8 months pregnant. We took a road trip to see a friend in Arkansas. This is a picture of me walking and stretching my legs. The doctor allowed me to go on the trip if we promised to stop every few hours so I could get out and keep the blood circulating. I felt like we were stopping to walk the dog....but the dog was me. I think I even remember Chris whistling at me to come back like you would a dog.
You can say it because I know you are thinking it, "Wow, she is about to fall over because she is so big and about to pop". I am sure there were a few people thinking the same thing when they saw me walking around at the many rest stops we took on the trip.
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