'I'm pregnant; I can't...'

I've reached a point in my pregnancy where reaching for something too high up is no longer an option (God forbid I should tear anything inside.) So when I find myself in a sticky situation (i.e., at Old Navy where the last black roll-up pants in my size happen to be on the very top shelf), I have no qualms asking a fellow shopper: "Do you mind reaching this for me? I'm pregnant." Or when the air duct cleaning company vigorously disinfecting and cleaning our air ducts inform me, "We don't vacuum the area next to the vents." I say, "Oh really? That's too bad. I'm pregnant and it would be very difficult for me to..." Their response, "Oh okay - don't worry about it. We'll take care of it." Ah, the kindness people show to a growing belly...

Speaking of growing belly, here I am at 21 weeks. We braved the heat and the crowds at EPCOT on Sunday only to find there wasn't a crowd and the heat wasn't unbearable! If that had been the case, I would have said, "Sorry honey, I can't walk in this heat; I'm pregnant."

EPCOT - 21 weeks. I'm almost as big as the symbolic EPCOT ball!