Gravity

Gravity is a subject I may touch on several times throughout my pregnancy blogging because it's omnipresent. I hope I don't bore anyone, but it must be voiced on paper every so often. What am I talking about? This ever-expanding belly is creating a gravitational force on my body, causing me to waddle, huff and puff after a one-block walk, and feel like a hippopatumus. And I am only four and a half months pregnant. What am I going to do, how am I going to feel in one month, let alone nine months into it? There isn't much more room for my belly to house an ever-growing babe, three square meals and three snacks a day. Yet I have four and a half more months to go. Where will my stomach go...into the stratosphere? I will be so top heavy that I will be unable to move forward. It will be physically impossible to take a step forward, unless I do lunges. And that will be even more impossible to perform, as my leg muscles are slowly atrophying from lack of exercise. It's a vicious circle. I can't exercise the way I want to because I'm so gravitationally helpless. It will be like an overloaded cart that flops over.  The gravity will take over with such merciless force, I will be a prisoner to it. Getting my daughter to school and back on the four-block round trip requires so much energy, I have little left for the rest of the day. Coupled with the recnt two-month heat wave, I am a useless overgrown heifer. There's no other way to describe me. The huge ball of my pregnant and nutrition-laden stomach, which precedes my every step, is met with the laws of gravity more and more each day. I am sinking in mud, and soon, just like a Nile hippo, I will be nesting myself there to stay cool and gravity free forever.