I wonder why pregnant women don’t use wheelchairs.
I have a chair in the office with wheels, this is a blessing. With the added weight of my pregnancy suit and one firm push, I can glide effortlessly across the office to my desired destination. Genius.
I had less fun on my way back from work. I decided to cycle despite the discomfort of having the hammer inside my pregnant belly slap against my groin.
I chose a more scenic and less crowded route today which took me through the park. All was going well until my front tyre burst and I came to a mal coordinated and ungracious halt.
I sat in a heap frantically trying to pump it up and got my self into quite a sweat. A family walked passed, I thought I they might lend me a hand. Instead the horrified parents whisked their children away, double quick, in the opposite direction.
I finished my journey home on foot. So much for the help I thought a pregnant person in distress would receive.