Yes, it's official, I'm too pregnant to drive. You see, I drive a manual and for me to reach the clutch I have to have my seat pretty far forward, so far that now my belly hits the steering wheel. Not just anywhere on my belly but right on my belly button that has been slowly turning from an inny to an outy.
I personally believe that when you get to this place in your pregnancy, your Fairy God Mother should get busy on making you a pumpkin carriage that is pulled by two beautiful white stallions and driven by a silly little man. This way you don't have to worry about having a sore belly button all day.
I'm just sayin'!
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