Another Bike Story

The last time I can remember riding a bike was when I was in 4th grade. So, that would've been 1993-94 or 15 years ago. I might've been on one since then but I can't remember it. I have NEVER been on a bike with gears or really touchy brakes. So, yesterday Jason convinces me to go on a little ride on the new bike. I was a little nervous being round and pregnant and all but I said okay. I was just going to go around the block and it should all be good. Jason explained the gears to me a little and off I went. I was doing just fine, just having a little trouble with the whole gradual braking thing (they were extremely touchy!). As I was coming around the last corner, I realized that I was going a little too fast and there was a small opening between a nice big bush and a stop sign. So I hit the brakes to slow down....but I hit them too hard. Camille, say "hi" to the big bush, say "goodbye" to your pride. Yep! I fell off the bike into the bush, but it was that or hit the stop sign which I didn't want to do with the new bike either. I scratched up my arm pretty good and left one nice big bruise on my keester. I would show you a picture but since it would be of my butt, it might be deemed slightly inappropriate. Just believe me when I say it is very purple and tender! I don't know if anyone saw me fall but the moral of the story is: Do not attempt to ride a bike when you are very pregnant if you haven't been on one for 15 years. Get on when your balance isn't all messed up! And, yes, it is okay to laugh.