Bar Stool Genes

Heading out to a fiction reading by Dave and it being cold in Portland this summer, I went to put on my favorite pair of jeans. But opps, they're a little too tight already. Since I'm not a girl who likes to be uncomfortable in her clothes, I decided not to try to squeeze into them. A bit disappointed that I didn't get one last wear, I put on my "Just Jeans" that are no longer saggy-assed, but rather quite form fitting.

Out we go to a pretty cool art bar where, with my new sized booty, I overshot the slender bar stool and nearly fall over backwards as I try to sit down.

Pregnancy is like one long discovery.