leggings: Old Navy, top: Mother-in-law's closet, boots: Target, hat: F21
the trip to socal was fabulous. all warm and sunny and lovely. i even went inland to meet some friends from my old job for lunch, it was a perfect trip. i even did a little shopping: i stocked up on Gap underwear, got some sandals, bought J a couple new shirts for Easter and got the Best Pregnancy Dress Ever in the short version (!!!) thrilling purchases!
Easter was so fun. my niece and nephews had a blast hunting for the eggs that i filled. only about half the candy actually made it into the plastic eggs. the other half somehow ended up in my mouth.
but i cannot even talk about Easter. because i have to move onto the most embarrassing moment ever in life. it happened last night in the airport, just as we got to Seattle and started walking to the shuttle to take us to the car. i was wearing boots. with the smallest heel. not even a heel, really. well my right foot sort of fell off the side of one of my boot and i lost my footing. my normal self would have recovered tactfully and gracefully. but my pregnant self did not. i took about 8 steps forward before shouting "oohhhoweerhaaaouuffffff" and my belly just sort of pulled my weight forward, and then i landed on the ground. (on my hands and knees, JF is totally fine. moving around and being normal. probs just embarrassed by me) i stayed in that position and hung my head in shame and immediately cursed myself. DAMMIT L! WHY?! WHY?!!!! IN THE AIRPORT WHERE THERE ARE A MILLION PEOPLE TO SEE YOU. WHAT A FOOL.
about 10 people rushed to my aid, asking me over and over "are you okay?!" and one man even picked up my purse and handed it to me. and another pulled me to my feet. where, might you ask, was my husband during all of this? I'LL TELL YOU. he was standing there, holding our suitcases and staring at me in shock. at one point he offered his hand. his one measly hand like that would help my elephant-sized self off the ground. later when we were on the shuttle i said, "WTF JJ, you should have dropped the bags and ran to my side." and he said, "i just...i just couldn't even believe it. how did you even fall anyway?!" and i said, "really? how did i fall? i don't know if you've noticed but i'm a little HEAVIER in the front lately. you should have been more worried about me!" and he said, "i wasn't worried about YOU i was worried about JF."
but then we just laughed. we laughed and we laughed. because it was so effing hilarious. i mean c'mon. i ate complete and TOTAL shit in the airport. the baby and i are fine. the only thing i lost was my dignity. so we can laugh. in bed last night as we were finally falling asleep, i thought about the fall and started laughing again. i shook my head at myself and said, "ohhh L."