Every morning at work I take the stairs. I take the stairs even though I hate taking the stairs because I hate feeling like a whale more. I’m hoping that if I take the stairs then the next time I’m pregnant if I keep taking the stairs I will avoid feeling like Jaba the Hut. Not in terms of weight, mind you. In terms of I can’t even water the plants because I am so un-fit. That is why, mom, all the plants are around the door and you can’t walk outside. Because I can’t walk outside. I have to sit with all of the plants in arm’s reach in order to take care of them. And even that is a Herculean show of effort.