I remember my Mom talking about how hard it was to take my sister to driver's ed and be pregnant with me. Apparently she had problems fitting behind the steering wheel.
Okay, I can still drive, rather comfortably, and though I feel BIG I have been assured that this is a "small baby". But this month I signed Emma up for swimming lessons. I try to take the girls to the pool twice a week and Garry is concerned that Emma has not progressed much in her swimming ability. So, off to lessons we go!
I realized that her last lesson is the day before I hope to have my c-section. For a split second I thought, "Holy cow, how am I going to do that?" and then I remembered my Mom and laughed. What comes around, goes around.