Shall We Dance?

I have been feeling kind of guilty that I cannot play with Jacob like daddy does. I have cut out rolling around on the floor and Jake keeps asking me to do sommersaults (gives you an odd visualization to see me performing this feat huh?). He likes it when daddy pretends to "paw down" (translation fall down--no f sounds yet). Sooo, the other night I was feeling like giving him some of my old self. Picture me doing a little Russian dance with arms crossed. Jake thought it was hysterical. I was laughing too and then....wham...out go my feet from under me! I guess socks on a wood floor do not mix. I did not even have time to brace myself. I thought for sure I had done something to bean. I kept waiting for the gush of water as my bag broke. I guess my bag must be made of some sort of industrial strength alloy. Other than my tail bone being sore and some hip pain I was extremely lucky. I guess this is why they tell pregnant women to be careful. No more dancing for me.