That was a mistake

Papa Rob & I carpool and eat lunch together every day. Considering I'm in bed by 10 every night, it's nice to get to spend some extra time together...even if it's during rush hour when Rob's vocabulary mostly consists of four-letter words (I have a feeling Squishy's first sentence is going to be "get out of the way asshole"). Well, yesterday he had a meeting at lunch & I had no car, so I walked to get lunch. I used to do this all the time before pregnancy (obviously, you can tell I haven't been getting much exercise lately), there are a few places less than 1/2 mile from my office and it was 61° out so I figured it would be nice to get some fresh air.
Wrong. So wrong.
I was barely out of the parking lot when I felt like my uterus was going to fall out. But I was starving and apparently hunger pains outweigh uterus falling out pains, so I kept moving. By the time I got to lunch, I wanted to crawl under the table and die. My feet (which are already swollen), swelled so bad that my flats were cutting off circulation. My back throbbed. My hips ached. My stomach was so tight from Braxton Hicks, I felt like it was going to pop like an overfilled balloon. And then I got to do it all again when I walked (actually the second trip was more like a waddle) back to my office.
But I learned 3 things from this 1) I will not be walking anywhere for the next 10 weeks. If someone expects me to walk, they can also expect me to jump on their back for a piggyback ride, 2) if they try to get me to "walk to progress my labor" in the hospital, they're going to be delivering my foot from their ass (that is, if I can still get my leg up that high), and 3) walking 1 mile earns you the right to eat an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream for dessert.

At least the ice cream was worth it.