The waddle

I told Jon months ago that I was not going to waddle — I was going to be “a very graceful pregnant woman.” That worked until about 36 weeks. It’s not that I waddle all the time, but the resident within my belly needs to shift around a bit when I get up and change positions, so I just *have* to waddle a little bit at the beginning. Waddling is a necessity when you have someone’s head pressing against your bladder. But I don’t think I’m waddling all the time. The rest of the time I look like a very graceful ballerina hippo.