I love you guys. Princess: Sure why not...everyone else does! Hmmm...a shirt...that could be possible! There are new ieterations of the nick name popping up all over the jail...I'm sure you can guess what they are. Apparently I'm fodder for nicknames because I've earned another one from a pod not privy to the Sugar-Nipples incident. One of my favorite pods is a high security pod where the inmates are locked down 23 hours of every day. They call me "Big Belly Nelly". I like it though 'cuz they treat me well and they're absolutely right. Waddling around the jail is getting more difficult by the day and luckily I have some very nice coworkers who are trying to help me out, especially during med pass times. See, in our jail the nurses wheel out a huge cart full of meds during med pass. These carts are like trying to push around a giant box on wheels that are crafted precisely like those wobbly wheels on shopping carts. (You know the ones we're all doomed to use...the wheels that shake and flip around and make the shopping cart hard to steer. Yeah, those wheels.) Anyway, three times a day we make the journey throughout the jail to dispense harmony in pill form. Now the other nurses don't have it so bad. They don't have to wheel the cart around at arm's length or content with a huge belly and a center of gravity that continuously changes. I imagine that watching me on the security cameras trying to wheel that ungodly cart around the jail turns out to be more like watching a little kid trying to push around a giant shopping cart. I'm sure I ellict snickers of amusement and cringes as I alternate between bouncing from wall to wall, trying to shove back in drawers that seem to spring out of their own accord, and running into the cart belly-first when the wheels lock up. I don't mind the bumper-car bouncing so much, but when those damned wheels lock up and I crash into the cart belly first...MAN does that hurt! I'm sure though that watching the aftermath is quite hilarious...just imagine a girl, nine months pregnant, spouting profanity, scolding an inanimate object for its obvious lack of intelligence, and trying to hop around to keep from crying...that would be me. I must have provided them some great amusement because now they are watching me closely on the security cameras and opening doors remotely for me so that I don't have to stop the cart, get out my giant door keys, open the huge steel door, hold it open with a foot and try to get me and the cart through before it shuts automatically. Bless their pointed little heads for doing so, it sure makes it a lot easier on the belly.