The other morning I dropped my car keys on the ground in my parking garage. I was on my way to work and I was carrying my laptop bag, my work bag and my purse.
I stared at the keys, lying at my feet and assessed my options:
- Go upstairs, wake up Mark and tell him he has to come down into the parking garage to pick up my keys.
- Go upstairs, call a cab to come and pick me up to take me to work.
- Go upstairs, go back to bed and call it a day.
You notice, none of the options involved bending over and picking up the keys. That’s because bending over is not an option. My belly will no longer allow it.
That means I need help tying up shoes, putting on socks and picking things up off the ground. Things like car keys….
So I did what any woman in my condition would do… I stared at the keys for a few minutes… leaned up against the wall and slid down until I could reach them on the ground. Then I grunted and groaned while I pushed my way back up the wall to get back into a standing position.
I’m not going to lie- it wasn’t pretty. But at least I didn’t have to wake Mark up, I saved money on cab fare and I made it to work on time.
It was one small step for man, one giant accomplishment for a pregnant woman.
