Yo Mama...

I was reminded the other day of another preggo story that I hadn't blogged about:

In the last month of pregnancy, I got up to pee every hour like clockwork. The urge would strike me throughout the night, and it was all I could do to stumble into the bathroom fast enough.

One particular night upon returning to bed, I quietly crept back into the bedroom so as not to wake my big sleeping bear of a husband. Without rustling the covers too much, I sat on the edge of the bed. But before I could even swing my kankles under the covers, I heard a huge crack and suddenly fell to the floor. Somehow I broke the bed. I got up and saw that the slats holding up my side of the bed had given way and the whole mattress tilted on its side... with my husband still in the bed. :)

We ended up fixing the bed - no big deal. But my final thought as I eventually fell asleep was that someday I would tell Hannah, "Yo Mama was so fat, when she was pregnant, she broke the bed."