activities not designed for this very pregnant woman

Bending down to pick up a cupcake off the plate placed on the floor. For a little bit of frosted bliss, I had to make at least four different positional adjustments in order to squat properly to get the cupcake. And it wasn't pretty.

Going to Magic Kingdom. EPCOT, oddly, was not as bad tonight, but from the moment we got on the crowded Monorail to visit Magic Kingdom, it was just down, down, down the hill of progress. First of all, I do not do well with crowds, even without the added pregnancy hormones, particularly crowds composed of sweaty, overtired families in ill-fitting clothes with bright sunburns and a bad case of We-Will-Get-Our-Money's-Worth-Itis. Second, Jason and I kept getting stuck behind rows of people who decide to walk twice as slow as the rest of the crowd, eight people across, with large double strollers and always with at least one member of the group being rather obese, waddly, and unable to walk in a straight line. However, the highlight of the evening was watching my life flash before my eyes as two different moms with strollers nearly ran me over at 80 mph in order to get a premium seat for the evening parade.

Trying to sleep. Which is exactly what I feel like I need more of these days, but I can't seem to get comfortable, ever.

Going to Wendy's when I'm really, really hungry. I have had the worst luck with that particular fast-food establishment: I'm always walking into a Bad Times Wendy's. It took - I kid you not - ten minutes just to get my hands on a baked potato and Coke, and I was only the second person in line, AND it was nearly ten o'clock at night, AND the person in front of me was only ordering a value meal for herself. Ten minutes.

Buying a Furminator and using it a very squirmy cat. While I will totally attest to the effectiveness of that comb (I am still covered with fur), it probably was not a good venture for a tired, impatient human and a tired, impatient, squirmy cat.

Trying to think of another activity that I probably should refrain from. I had more in my head as Jason and I were driving home from our date tonight, but I'm drawing a blank. Which might be why that perfect sixth activity I cannot do should be THINKING.