Wednesday, November 24, 2010

SPEED BUMPS



I guess it was bound to happen eventually. Or maybe I'm the only pregnant mother on this planet that it's happened to. It's a little embarrassing. I haven't even told the husband yet. But it's happened twice now. It can't possibly be a fluke, can it?

So here's the scene: Christopher and I are home alone as we are most days. I was in the kitchen doing something- which I don't remember what that something was because what happened next has made me forget anything else that transpired that day.

But I was in the middle of something and Christopher called my name from the living room. Yeah bud? I replied, continuing to do what ever it was that I was doing. He called my name a couple of more times before I heard his feet running and rounding the corner into the kitchen.

The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Because as he entered the kitchen and was going to race behind me, I turned around to look at him.

And that's when it happened.

My stomach (AKA, Carter) moved directly into Christopher's path. WHAM! Out of nowhere, Christopher slammed his noggin into my belly and fell backwards.

He stayed sprawled out on the floor for a couple of minutes while I stared at him in disbelief for the same amount of time. Owie Momma, said Christopher- like I did it intentionally. I picked him up and said I was sorry. Get down, he said and went back to the living room.

I would like to say that I laughed, but I'm still pretty mortified by the whole thing.

That's probably because the next day as I was following Christopher into the dining room for lunch, he turned around to say something and my stomach hit him in the head again. He didn't fall down but he did rub his head with his hand and say, Stop it Momma.

I have a feeling this is going to be a long couple of months...

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