I felt great after the hiking. That night I took advantage of a rare moment when Molly wasn’t sprawled the entire width of the bed to stretch my legs and one calf wrenched itself up in one of those infamous pregnancy leg cramps. I writhed in pain for several minutes and accidently woke Doug. He sat silently until I was finished, asked if I was having contractions and when I hissed that it was a leg cramp he rolled over and commenced snoring instantly. Yesterday the leg was still tight and today it hurts so much I have a noticeable limp. A waddling limp is not very attractive. I think I’m channeling Igor.