Bitter-sweet

Last night I played my last softball game for a very long time.

I'm 25 weeks  pregnant now (that's 5 1/2 months!).

Lots of people said I was crazy for playing this long and they might have been right.

I just wanted to play for as long as I could since I know it will be a long time until I'll be able to get back into it.

Last night was actually the first time that I didn't care to play very much.

I'm a lot slower now and trying to run fast is a lot harder carrying half of a little person.

Last week I got knocked over by a large cave women from another team and it was really scary... she was a big girl and did not slow down one bit as she bull dozed right through me.

I'm ok... no worries. The baby is still kicking strong.

I fell onto my back and the ogre did not fall on me.

So considering what happened, I guess I was pretty lucky.

Softball. This is not  "good-bye"

It's more of a "see you later"