I got into the car the other day, to drive to church. I slid (squeezed....whatever) behind the steering wheel, glanced down then over at my dh, about to make some comment about how he needs to stop moving the seat forward when he drives the van.
Until I remembered that part of our van broke a long time ago - you *can't* move the seat forward.
Nope, it was just my big ol' belly is HUGE!!
Maybe my due date was wrong?? I doubt it, but maybe.
Alright "little" one, I'm ready to meet you~