What's That Pregnant Lady Smokin'?

My neighbors might think I've become a pot-head. Lately our deck smells like some college dorm rooms at UH and I'm more than a bit surprised that no young surfers have come by late at night with some cash.

But before my mom starts worrying that the recently imposed 'no exercise' law* has truly caused me to go over the edge, allow me to explain.

You see, I am a classic Type A personality (which may be a requirement for anyone who calls themselves an Ironman athlete) and therefore I am not inclined to sit by passively and let problems fester. I am going to take action. No matter how drastic.

In reality, of course, there is no illegal activity going on in or around our abode. I was just previously unaware that Moxibustion, when burning near your feet in an effort to turn a breech baby, smells like pot.
For the last 3 days I've been burning this stuff near my little pinky toes in anticipation of my baby making a nose dive into my pelvis. Moxibustion is touted to 'encourage movement of the fetus', which indeed it does. Baby moves a lot for several hours after each burning. I just haven't felt the swift kick in the ribs yet that I've been so desperately yearning for.

But I am not one to give up easily. I will persevere, my friends, and eventually my baby will be like 95% of its peers.

And ideally, I won't have to use this stuff before I have to pee in a cup at my next doctor's appointment.

*I will admit it... I've broken the law... I am an addict... I need a 12 step program... I went to the pool to swim today... but just a little... and really slowly... I need my fix...