Holy cow, this is the 1000th blog post

Of course, if I were posting with any regularity I probably would have hit that milestone, oh, a year or so ago.

But speaking of cows, last night GH and I went to the temple. This is the last time we will be able to do this for a while, since everyone was looking at me as though I were a ticking time bomb about to shoot placenta across their clean carpets. But in a very loving way, of course.

We did sealings because it takes less time than a full session, and we figured if I were to go into early labor it's a lot easier to excuse yourself without throwing a wrench in the works. The small sealing room was quite warm in the beginning though, and as GH and I settled in at the altar the sweet temple worker wanted to be sure I was going to be comfortable.

Sweet temple worker: "Now, are you going to be okay?"

Me: "Thanks, I should be fine. The room is a bit warm, though."

STW: "It's just that kneeling can be hard on the circulation. Please, let us know if you need to stop."

Me: "Oh, no worries about that. I'll pass out from the heat long before then."

Happily, I did not pass out or anything untoward like that. I did, however, go to use the bathroom while we were there and found that they maybe designed those stalls for pole dancers or other crazy-limber folk. Because when I tried to shut the door I ended up wedging myself in the door frame. It was a classy time. I thought somebody might have to come over with some Crisco.

Except come on! I'm not that big, and people of all body sizes surely use those bathrooms. What kind of freaky acrobatics are they looking for, exactly? If I ever hear that someone broke a leg because they had to climb on top of the toilet in order to shut the stall door, I'll have my answer.

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