I'm learning so much...
I would give up, but I'm still wearing my beloved, cool, no-wrinkle, no-cares jersey knit dresses. They are all above the knee, so the razor really needs to hit half a leg for a while longer. Especially if the 90-degree days don't end soon--but sheesh, could they?
Oh, and don't mention the word "wax." Not going to do it. I think that I'm just feminist enough (depends on who you're asking, I guess) to totally abhor the practice.
I've had to recline my driver's seat back like a hoodlum's seat just so Baby Girl doesn't get poked in the eyeball by one of my ribs.
8. This fact isn't really harder to do, it's just a fact. There are no more, "I might have to pee a little" moments. They are all, "Oh my lord, there better be a bathroom stall open or no child, older woman, etc., are safe" moments.
9. Laugh at full strength. The reason comes from both #7 and #8. Either she comes out with an oddly placed dimple or I embarrass myself.
10. Not yell at spaced out teenagers. I'm only a little sorry about "speaking at a raised level" to the 15-ish boy at the Dawsonville outlets. He thought that I should open the door for him and let him walk through me. He was wrong.
11. Get rid of leg cramps. This is not a new-pregnancy revelation, but I'm just now admitting that I may not have fully understood how painful they could be. I used to yell at football players who writhed in pain on the middle of the field. "Go eat a banana and drink some Gatorade," I would snidely suggest to them. I used to be able to raise my toes for a few seconds and alleviate the pain, but now, in the middle of the night, I find myself punching my calf, trying to not let the tears in my eyes spill over. I'm sorry, fellas. I promise to have a more sympathetic football season. Let's all go get some "tassium.