Pregnant With Laughter Part 7

Hiya pals! Boy, do I have a pregnancy story (that I want to remember) to share with you today! Before I hop to it, I'll go ahead and let you know that if you would like to join in to the link up then you can do so below. Simply share something humorous that happened to you during your pregnancy or link up a story about your funny kids. Feel free to steal the picture...and away we go!



I appreciate everyone who helped me and voted in my poll the other day about which dress to wear to the CG Reception. If you're wondering what a CG Reception is- my husband tells me nothing- but my best guess is that it means Commanding General Reception because that's where we went last night- to Ft. Benning's General's residence. It was so neat to see inside his place and hear about all the history there. The house is a lovely plantation home, originally built in 1919, I believe. This is fuzzy to me because as he was explaining it, I got a little dizzy, but that story is to come...

Anyway, thank you all again for voting and for my friends on facebook who left comments on my new photos from the night because you all really made my day!

Oh, and I'm so glad I didn't go with dress number three because someone else definitely had that on.

On with my Pregnant With Laughter story:

I'm standing there on the beautiful hardwood floors under the historic chandeliers of Generals of the Army past when I'm suddenly feeling lightheaded. Great. Perfect. The room already felt like it was collapsing on me because even with a great pair of high heels, I was still one of the shortest people in the room. The ice left in my water had all but melted so I gulped down the last few drops and tapped my strapping Army Officer on the shoulder and leaned over to whisper, "Do you think it's okay for me to sit down?"

The General had just been discussing that the couch nearest to me used to belong to so and so (add someone really important here), but all I knew is that it was about to hold this pregnant gal's booty because I had to sit down. It was either sit down or fall down.

I told you Georgia is hot. I just got too hot in there.

So I sat down, trying not to pass out. As I did, this lady I had been chatting with earlier came over to check on me. She quickly began busying herself to get me more water and lots of fruit and crackers, while the rest of the gaggle of officers stood listening intently to this speech.

I felt like such a drama queen, but I figured it would be much worse to topple over, glass in hand, and embarrass Captain J.

After this lady graciously helped me in any way she could, I looked up again to see her entering the room and giving the General a quick wave. When I recounted what he had just said in my head, I realized he had announced her as so and so's wife. But that meant she was a (one star) General's other half.

Great. Perfect.

I was allowing this lady, who was important to the functioning of this party, to wait on me hand and foot.

I suppose that brings a whole new meaning to us preggos who think we're entitled. Oh well, it's a good story to remember.

I felt better almost immediately after I left the stuffy room and got some more food and water in my belly. No need to fear! Anyway, here are a few photos from last night (and here I am at Week 23!).





Thanks for reading. I'd love to have you link up your stories or leave them in the comment section!