I really do not like grocery shopping. I don't go unless I have to (which is actually quite often with how these boys eat in this home). The times when Mike is with me at the grocery store, I have been known to complain to him how I am too tired or grumpy to do the shopping. His response is always either one of two things. He either says, "Then hop in the cart and I will push you" or "then go get a motorized cart". Of course I refuse to do either one and I stop telling him "I'm tired" because he pushes the issue even more. "THEN GO GET A MOTORIZED CART!" Well, just recently I felt sick and tired enough to actually do it. I got the motorized cart! At first I felt like such a fraud! But then I realized that no, I was really sick and exhuasted! I needed that cart! And I loved it! Now I am tempted to use them all the time because it was so fun! But alas, I haven't used one since.
Three weeks before I was due with Tanner, I flew caution to the wind and flew up to Michigan to have Christmas with my family. It was very risky for me to be there because I was having contractions and I had no insurance outside of my home state of Texas. But I rolled the dice and took my chance. I was fine until my family wanted to go to the zoo together. Physical activity increased my contractions so I knew I couldn't walk through the zoo with them. I didn't want to be left behind either, so we rented a wheelchair. Well, it didn't take long for my two year old boys to want to sit on my lap and ride with me. It was cold (imagine that - Christmas in Michigan), so we all snuggled up in the wheelchair. There was nobody at the zoo (imagine that also - the Michigan zoo at Christmas time!), so we had no problem going from exhibit to exhibit. Until Mike, the pusher of the wheelchair, got distracted. Though we had the entire walkway to travel on, Mike pushed us off the edge of the concrete sidewalk, directly into a mud puddle. The sidewalk dropped off enough to tip the wheelchair just enough so that I lost my balance and couldn't stop Kyle, Jordan, and myself from falling right into the mud. I didn't do so good at hiding my frustrations to Mike for dumping his nine months pregnant wife and two kids in the mud! And my family didn't help out much either. They all just looked at Mike like, "what did you just do?" Of course Mike felt terrible! And looking back now, I can't help but laugh! I guess he got payback for having to put up with my pregnancy hormones. He just dumped me in the mud.
Here we are, before the mud dump. Thanks Jessi for emailing me the picture!
8 comments:
How funny! You guys make such a cute couple and family! I wish we all lived closer to each other!
That is so funny! I am sure it wasn't at the time but now it is! I have only been forced to use a wheelchair once when I was pregnant and that was because my little sister insisted! After the initial embarrasment it wasn't so bad! Thanks for sharing your fun story!
That story is hilarious. I hadn't heard that one!
i can not believe you used a motorized cart. that is so awesome, audra. :)
That is a hilarious story! It is nice now that you can look back and laugh at it!
I'm trying to read this out loud to Steven, but I'm having a hard time seeing the words through my tears of laughter. I won't need to do crunches for a week after laughing that hard!
That's funny! Poor, Mike...though, I would have been just as grumpy about it as you.
I had to ask for a wheelchair once at the National Gallery. I was having contractions, but did not want to miss out on the day. Dale was a much better driver, but it was hard to take the stares people gave me.
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