So, I know that I still have two months to go but sometimes I feel like a float in the Macy's Parade. Yeh, yeh, yeh, "you don't look that big Patty". I get it. But listen to my theory on why I feel this way. I live in a small house that currently has boxes and tubs stacked up everywhere (rearranging to make way for baby). Well common sense would tell you: protruding stomach = toppling furniture, boxes, etc. It can't be avoided. And for some reason, I still think that I am thin enough to "squeeze" through behind someone or something. I don't know, maybe it's denial...who knows. For now, I'll try to stay out from beneath the rubble and hopefully someone will hold onto my ropes so I don't float away.