I went to vote early last Thursday. My Mom had already voted and she warned me that the lines were pretty long. She offered to watch my kids while I voted and I couldn't pass that up.
As much as I wanted Eleanor to participate in the voting process with me, I just didn't think she had it in her to stand in line with me for over an hour (this was such the right decision).
When I arrived, the wait was nearly two hours.
The man organizing the line took one look at me and apparently decided that he didn't want to risk having me birth my baby right there in the hallway.
Next thing I knew, I was standing in a considerably shorter line behind three elderly ladies with walkers (I am not kidding). The four of us got to go right to the front of the line and I was out of there in no time.
And I just looked straight ahead on the way out so as not to catch the hundreds of dirty looks that the people in line were shooting my way.
So it turns out that it really pays to be an enormous pregnant lady sometimes (it is almost worth hardly being able to tie my own shoes).