So I've been getting winded climbing the two flights at school to get to my office. I'm almost at the top of the 2nd flight, when the band teacher (young 20 something single girl) goes flying past. I joke around with her that lately the stairs are getting harder and harder. But it's okay because my heart is pumping 50% more. She adds "Oh my sister and I were walking in Alaska this summer when she was 5 and 1/2 months pregnant and carrying a 40 lb pack. She was fine."
Well gooooooooood for your sister. Now go away, I need to pant and catch my breath.