I have reached the point in my pregnancy where I have to yell for help if I sit down on the floor because I can't figure out how to get up.
I have reached the point where I'm straining to reach my feet to put socks on (and so thankful for slip-on shoes).
I have reached the point where when I drop something on the floor I think "hmm...maybe someone else will pick it up later."
I have reached the point where even with conscious effort, I can't eliminate all of the waddle.
I have reached the point where "rolling" becomes a legitimate method of mobility/getting up/switching positions.
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