On Saturday there was an uproar of feminine hormones spewing “awe’s” all about. Friends and family of all ages joined me at my baby shower, including my best friend EVER- Megs all the way from New York. Literally she flew into Wisconsin just for my baby shower- that’s devotion. (more on baby shower later- complete with pictures)
Among the many spontaneous things that Megan is know for- including rocking out with my belly we decided to go “rollin” aka- bowling after dinner. The path leading us to dinner required several shakes on the Urban Spoon and a few creative maneuvers. We ended up at HuHot around 7:30 PM after deciding at 6 PM that we weren’t willing to wait 2 hours for dinner, but apparently 1.5 hours was okay. While waiting to eat Megan, the husband, and I bellied ourselves up to the bar…Megan with her martini and Brent with his import brew soon realized they had a designated driver. Many inappropriate comments were spewed about and one that actually came to fruitation was the idea of going Bowling at 8 months pregnant.
Now before you get all mother-like on me. I am fully aware of my limitations, and my husband would not allow me to do anything that may harm myself or the baby- with my great state of coordination that list is really small these days. Bowling was okay with specific limitations- ball had to be under 8 lbs- tricky to find. Proper posture and bending techniques must be adhered to- again quite tricky to squat while releasing a bowling ball. Finally if the back or other areas were bothering me I immediately needed to stop. Agreed!
Everyone keep calling the baby-belly a basketball but I think bowling ball seems quite comparable! Clearly Megan’s petite build doesn’t quite compare to a 8 month house, but either way- we got a good laugh.
The next picture I’m a bit more self-conscious about. My belly button has been protruding since about week 20. In fact, early in pregnancy when it first started popping out I was pushing my niece on the swings when her innocence sent me into a state of elation. “Aunt Heidi, I can see the baby’s nose sticking out (referring to my protruding belly button).” Looking at this picture I can see why she might think that, however I certainly hope our child’s nose isn’t THAT big!