Miscalculating Space
A long time ago, back in the time when Joey and I started dating, we attended a party at one of my coworkers’ home. One of my most memorable memories of that night is the visual of Joey trying to walk between a small table and a couch, of course not being able to fit, and making the table and all of its contents shake threatening to crash down to the floor. Since that episode, I’ve always laughed at Joey for his very optimistic (and insisting) attempts to fit his butt through the narrowest passages. That “swift” colita always thinks that she’s small enough to go through.
I guess today I need to shut up.
This is what happens when your pregnant belly grows so much, so fast: You start miscalculating were it fits, and end up scratching it stupidly:
Also, you start noticing embarrassing drips of food and beverages decorating your tops. You realize that you’re not as clean and careful as you always thought you were… Before the belly, food probably used to fall down on the dinning chair. Today, there’s a big belly on the way, and everything lands comfortably there.