Quack! Quack!

Last night at a date night to the zoo, Dennis so kindly pointed out that I am officially a duck – waddling like the best of them. A baby duck, even, hopelessly tripping over lots of nothing, most days. How utterly preposterous! The REAL problem is that the BOAT needs to quit swaying, then I would have NO problem stabilizing this toddling body of mine! You'd think my years of living in earthquake country would help me handle such imbalance. Once again, Mother Nature heckles the defenseless pregnant woman...