Until I reached the third trimester. Oh my - I knew I was clumsy but this is ridiculous.  After I had dropped and shattered my make up this morning (and swept it up). I dropped countless other things throughout the day. 

(And now comes the slightly embarrassing part of the story.) I hit my wits end when I opened a bottle of Sierra Mist (I know I'm not supposed to have pop, but I needed just a little fizz). Well it had a lot of fizz. It exploded all over my kitchen floor (and rug). Well here's the embarrassing part - as it was exploding it hit me and then made me start going pee in my pants. This was something noted in my pregnancy book (accidental leakage) but I hadn't had any "accidents" until today. I was going to cry but I was so flustered I didn't.

Instead I ran to the bathroom finished my business and then was pissed off (ha!) I had to clean up the sticky soda all over my kitchen. Learned my lesson - stay away from the pop. 

Now back down to the laundry room to continue dropping things - arghhhhhh

I've had my friends and family rub/touch/feel my ever-expanding belly. But today was the first time a complete stranger felt the need to caress my stomach. I thought when this time came (I had been warned) I'd be weirded out, but I wasn't. It wasn't weird at all.

I gained 7 pounds in the past three weeks. This was preceded by 8 pounds a month prior and 7 more pounds five weeks before that. If you do the math thats WAY TOO MANY pounds according to my doctor.