Found my new enemy this morning. The elevator is out of order at my work. I work on the 4th floor. I am 4 months pregnant and exercise is NOT my friend. The first flight was fine. The second flight, I got a little winded. By the last flight, I staggered into the office gasping for breath and clinging to my poppy-seed muffin and Diet Cherry Coke. My legs are on fire and my uterus is cramping. If the elevator is broken tomorrow, I'm not coming in.
7 comments:
Hahahaha...not that I'm laughing at you having to take the stairs...but laughing because the SAME THING happened to me when I was pregnant with Jackson and still working. I'm so sorry. Even better...at the time I was stopping at Maverick every morning for a poppy seed muffin and diet coke! :)
That is no fun but just a suggestion for next time this happens or if it ever does . . . stop to stretch on each landing and make sure when climbing the stairs to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth . . . it helps control your breathing and your heart rate.
I am proud of you for not turning around and going home!
Don't they know you're pregnant! JERKS! You should ride in on a Jazzy tomorrow and demand someone to carry you up the stairs! PMP!
I'm sure there's a clause in a courte file somewhere exlaining your rights here! Maybe a disability act! I wouldn't go to work either but I still think you are hilarious for taking a picture of the evil stairs.
Eeww...I totally feel your pain! When I was prego with Braiden, I had to go up 3 flights of stairs to get to the BATHROOM, of all things...GAY!
Pitiful! Sorry for you, and yes, there must be something in Worker's Comp for this! You are hilarious!
I tagged you...check it out!
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