Doors that swing inwards

Although my body definitely feels the increase in girth, and my mind is very much aware of it as well due to the constant sensation of my stomach feeling like it's been stretched over a bowling ball (a bowling ball the size of a basketball, I should clarify), it seems that my mind and body have not yet made the logical leap that increased girth = decreased space between me and whatever object lies directly in front of me.

This week's challenge? Doors that swing inwards.

The most common inward swinging doors I encounter are the ones in the bathroom stalls at work.

Fortunately (??) there are so few women on our floor that I am usually in the bathroom alone when I'm attempting to exit my stall after taking care of business, only to pull the door inwards and have it rebound off my belly and slam shut again.

Go ahead - laugh. I do. I'm just grateful that there is usually not a witness to this pathetic little display of lack of coordination and spacial awareness.

The other inward swinging door I encounter frequently is my own office door. That one, unfortunately, is a little more noticeable when I slip up and manage to bonk myself in the belly on my way out of the office for the day. There are usually people in the offices around me and passing in the hallways.

what can I say - I'm pregnant. I just laugh and shrug. And I admit, it is rather amusing :-)

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