He was a sport, grinned and said, "Oh, was that amusing?"
But now, I have had my own fitness ball disaster.
It started with Ryan sitting on the giant blue one that I have been using essentially as an arm chair for months. So comfortable to sit on while pregnant, I can stretch my hips and keep my lower back engaged. It's awesome. He decided to use it as a chair, and then we listened as it slowly deflated.
Then the ball sat around for a week, while I missed it terribly, until we bought a silicone glue and Ryan had a patch. And then he glued it. And then he spent an hour blowing it up (and I might have occasionally bounced it off his face while I did it, which in hindsight, might have contributed to future karma).
So, finally, the blue ball of happiness is dry and blown up and ready for pregnant girl occupation. And I happily sit on it, roll around, and prepare for comfiness. And then I hear it start to deflate. But when it deflated for Ryan, it just slowly deflated. I start to maneuver to get up, which is less than a fast process, I have a belly and balance issues, but I think I have time and then
POP! WHAM!
My ass is on the ground, having just fallen two and a half feet through what used to be a plastic ball, but is not plastic remnants, split nearly in half with no patching in it's future. And my butt hurt. So did my belly for a few minutes, I think I tensed it pretty good on my way down. After Ryan made sure I was okay, he laughed for the rest of the night. Which is kind of fair, since I did bounce the ball off his face while he was blowing it up for me.
But I got a new one yesterday! Extra thick plastic...
1 comment:
Haha! I remember that San Antonio story. Sounds like you two are having plenty of fun adventures. What a blessing.
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