Ramblings of a high-heeled hippo!

Look out Vancouver...there's a high-heeled hippo on the loose!

That would have been the headline if anyone (other than the bus driver) had caught my lumbering trot towards the bus stop this morning.

I was about a block and a half away from the stop when I noticed that the bus was almost there...so I "clink clop, clink clop" my high-heeled heffers towards the bus, hoping that the driver would notice me and pull over and wait...

Why the "clink" and not just "clops" you ask? Well, in my heftiness, I've worn through one of my heels, exposing the screw...of course a normal person would get this fixed, but preggo Lady-Lawyer is too tired/lazy to take care of this issue...and instead chooses to "clink clop" around all day. I should note that the biggest reason for this is that I don't plan to lumber around in the high heels much longer...will be down-sizing to flats in the very near future (read: when I get my lazy arse around to buying some flats!).

Anyways, back to my fatso shananigans...

There we are, me and my big fat baby-bump, slopping down the street towards the bus stop (there's no way I'm going to make it -- why am I still running!?)...when the bus driver noticed my pitiful attempt to catch him, and pulled over (about half a block past the stop -- to save me having to run any further and further embarrass myself) to pick me up! SUCH a nice driver -- made my morning (which seriously took a lot, since by then, I had a sore stomach from the short jog; not sure why that happens, but whenever I walk long distances or run short distances, I get a "cramp/stitch" in my lower abdomen (i.e. not where the normal running cramp/stitch would be located)).

The lessons from this morning's embarrassment?
(1) Be nice to your bus driver (he might do you a favour!).
(2) Don't wear rickety high heels when you're 22 weeks pregnant and clutsy (it's a wonder that I didn't trip and fall on this ridiculous little jaunt!).
(3) If you fail to adhere to rule #2, at the very least, don't run to catch the bus...it's not worth it (work will still be there in 15 minutes and you'll save yourself the hippo-related embarrassment).