Bye-bye Road Trips

I have officially hit the stage where I can't go on my long road trips to cell sites anymore. I've decided it's more efficient for somebody else to go that doesn't have to stop every 35 miles or so to pee. It takes so much longer to get to places now! I'm also starting to feel every tiny bump in the road, and it only makes it worse. Not to mention that a majority of the cell sites that I have to go to are along winding logging roads in the middle of nowhere. Ever had to pee so bad that your teeth are floating, while you're on your way to a cell site along a twisting, bumpy logging road? Sure, you say, just stop on the side of the road and go. It's in the middle of nowhere, right? Yes, it is, but there's also the chance that the architect, or the surveyor, or the cell company people will drive by while I'm squatting there, bare-butt and all. That's be lovely!! I don't really want to attempt to squat anyways. I'd fall over into blackberries or something fun like that.

So I've handed over the torch to the other gals in the office. They complain that they don't get out of the office enough anyways. I have a feeling I'll get rather tired of being stuck in the office though. But that's a sacrifice that I'm willing to make for my little wiggle baby.

Speaking of wiggle baby, she's running out of room in there. I don't think there is one position that I can sit, stand, or lay in without feeling like my guts are being squished. She moves so much, and seems to be pushing on the same exact place, that I'm convinced she's turning me black and blue from the inside out. Her tiny little heels are so stinking pointy & pokey!! Ow! Stop that little girl!! She's already stubborn, just like her father.