Clumsy Fawn

“Clumsy fawn”, this is one of the descriptions I have read about pregnant women. Now I have never been the primo ballerina, but I am starting to see the effects of a change in my center of gravity. I have nearly fallen out of the shower about 5 times; I now stick close to the far wall. My latest experience: I was walking up the stairs and I tried to set something down. This is where it all falls apart. I hit my head on the handrail, lost my balance and ended up sprawled on the stairs. Luckily I was carrying the babies changing pad which cushioned the fall. Poor Don hears the crash, comes barreling around the corner and finds me curled up on the stairs with a bump on the head. Maybe I should put a helmet on my baby registry.