the slightly cavalier* pregnant woman

Things I ought not do, but somehow manage to do anyway:

- Run down sets of stairs. (Kevin, "you trip over the flat ground; just imagine what you could do on stairs.")
- Carry flats of 30-count half-liters of water.
- Actually, carry a wide range of items, including dozens of books in a single bound, and an entire week's worth of groceries from our car to the house. (I should note that this is less common, though - KJ's really stepped up in this department.)
- Sleep on my back.
- Go camping.

Yes, we have another camping trip lined up for the start of the week, this time to Big Sur. I'm bringing about a dozen pillows to place strategically under potential pressure points, but I'm kind of curious how it will all play out in my mummy sleeping bag. During our last trip to Point Reyes I discovered that the bag zipped up...but with little room to spare.

At least we'll be in a gigantic new tent - 7 feet by 10 feet! That's 70 square feet of space!

* In looking up how to spell "cavalier," I realized it doesn't really mean what I thought it means. However, I'm sticking with it, since I like its sound.