33 weeks and ready to be done!

This morning I dropped JC off at preschool and heard the dreaded sound of the gas light ding. I hate pumping gas. I always try to weasel my way into making Andrew get it for me and it usually works. I knew I couldn't make it back home and was going to have to pump it myself. I drove to the nearest gas station which is close to my parents house. When I stepped out of the van I slipped and fell between the pump and my van. I landed half on my belly and arm, my ankle and knee scrubbed against the concrete. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, especially when you are as big around as you are tall. I stood up quickly thinking "Ahhhh, I hope nobody saw that!" And then I hear "Hey, what are you doing here?" I looked up to see my Dad driving up beside me. Then with a puzzled look he says "And why do you have dirt all over your belly?" Neat. I thought I had escaped explaining that I'm an over pregnant clutz. Luckily no Lamica was hurt during this accident. Rossin has been rolling around like nothing happened, while I have a few bruises and a skinned up ankle. Must be nice to be surrounded by all that fluid :) haha