I'm getting big...reeeal big. Pushing 9 months here, and feeling it. So this morning I hit the basement laundry room. I switched the loads around and lugged up a basket of laundry. I'm feeling the burn.
Then my dear husband informs me that the baby is sleeping in his carseat (we had arrived home 2 minutes ago, and I knew this...I just sort of ran to the laundry and hoped someone else might climb into our big van and lift the baby out and carry him to his crib. Of course, Mama is the best at moving a sleeping baby from car to crib while not waking him, so I went back to the garage. I pulled myself into the van, lifted my little bundle of love, and carried him up our incredibly large flight of stairs (ok, it's just a normal staircase, but lend me some creative license here). I managed to place him in his crib without dropping him. And I turned, to face the downward climb, huffing and puffing.
Oh yeah. Still feeling it.
A) I am in awesome shape. B) Ha!
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