Shorty

Its not really debatable that I am considered "short". Sometimes I forget that I am super short and feel like a true adult, but other times I catch myself looking down and thinking, well...I'm really not that far from the ground...

As my pregnancy progresses, I have found it more and more awkward to get into bed. Our bed is pretty tall anyway, so with the added burden of being a shorty, sometimes after a long day (or painting my nails) I have to perform a jump/sloth-roll combo and hope that my whole body makes it.

We have joked about getting me one of those doggy stair cases for when I am super preg, but that makes me feel like an actual dwarf and I just can't have that. So, my thoughtful husband found a cutesy little stepstool on a recent trip to Home Depot. He proudly set it up before I got home from work and took me back to introduce me to the newest part of my bedtime routine. Its small and folds up when I'm not using it, so I can hide it from judgey guests. Best part of all is that it holds up to 300 pounds! Bring on the girl scout cookies!