Prelude - The Cha Cha Slide, Canckles and Whale Tent
Last Saturday, I headed out to Wisconsin with Dave’s family for a golden wedding anniversary. I had some reservations about traveling, but it was really only a little more than an hour away, and it was about the same distance from the hospital as our house is.
So I got ready for the party and I was also getting things ready for my sister Claudine’s bridal shower (which was the next day). I was a bit stressed out as I had planned on making lasagna, ordering Claudine’s favorite orange chicken from Panda express, considered making sugar cookies and getting all the bridal games together. I was really excited to do Claudine’s shower because I’m the matron of honor and I wanted her to have a great time.
I went to the maternity store a couple weeks before that and although the dresses looked great on the pregnant mannequins, I had a hard time finding a dress that didn’t make me look like a whale under a tent. I just had to find the dress that looked the least whale-ish.

A Whale Under a Black Tent
I swear that I had bought some maternity hose, but when the time came for me to dress up, I couldn’t find them. I then found the receipt and realized that no, I never bought any. So I ran to the drugstore and bought an XXL Queen pair. Of course, XXL Queen pairs of hose aren’t made to fit pregnant whales, so the control top wasn’t helping me. But I sucked it up and survived.
It was then, in my pretty whale-tent dress that I realized that my ankles were HUGE. They were fat and swollen. I asked Dave if they looked big, and he just laughed and said, “My wife has canckles!” To those of you who don’t know, cankles are ankles that are so fat that they become one line with your calf - making it seem like the ankles don’t exist at all - they become cankles. And that’s what I had. I stared at them all night and Dave would laugh every time.

CANCKLES!
We were at the reception, and they had an awesome DJ. The music was great and I just wanted to get out of my seat and dance dance dance. Anyone who knows me or has seen me at a reception knows I love to dance. But I knew that I got tired easily so I didn’t want to risk exerting myself too much, so I decided not to get on the dancefloor. But then Earth Wind and Fire’s “September” came up and I just had to move. Dave asked if I was sure and I said yes, and we ruled the dance floor - Dave, my big belly and me. I only lasted about 2 songs before I knew it was time to rest.
…then came my line dancing kryptonite - the cha-cha slide (also known as the Casper slide). I got up off my seat and cha-cha line danced my big ass off. Everyone was really entertained watching the pregnant lady do little hops on the dance floor. It wasn’t even little hops - it was more of a bobbing up and down. By the end of the song I was pooped!
Afterwards we went home, after I went in the bathroom and took off the super queen hose. I was so exhausted I went to sleep as soon as we got home, which was at around 2am.
I woke at around 7am with some weird pains in my stomach. I fell asleep again, and woke about 20 minutes later. Could it be? Was it time? Fifteen minutes later, another pain…after an hour, I knew the answer…It was the cha-cha slide that did me in!
The first thought in my head? “Oh my god! I know I said I wanted the baby out now, but we’re not ready!!!”
The second thought?
“Damn, Claudine’s gonna be PISSED that I’m having the baby the same day as the shower that I’m supposed to be hosting!”
…to be continued!

Our Last Photo Before Benjamin’s Birth
(not that we knew it would be the last!)










