When you're bent over moaning and wailing, you lick your palms

My older sister, who has been a total lifesaver when it comes to giving us stuff for Lil J and the impending baby, gave me a bunch of maternity clothes a while back. Yesterday, I was wearing one of her shirts, this white tee with a faux logo on the front that says something like "City Gym Authentic." And, as I was telling J when he saw me wearing it, I can only assume the designer of that shirt was trying to be funny. Because, folks, I am anything but the picture of athleticism at the moment. Lil J keeps wanting to go on these long walks through the neighborhood lately (since the weather's been so nice), and by the end of the day yesterday, everything south of my equator was aching. Intellectually, I know the exercise is good for me, but I'm still amazed by how much it physically hurts to walk. And, I swear, after our longest hike of the day, it totally felt like the baby had dropped. Ugh. I cannot wait until it starts to get really hot and I'm the size of Mt. Fuji. It's gonna be fantastic.