We have a small landing in the stairs that lead up to second floor of the house, and two steps is a good height where Rhiannon's shoulders are above mine and I can reach around her legs and pick her up. I use to do this every once in a while and then set her down on the floor level. I tried it today without really thinking about what I was doing.
Rhiannon: "What are you doing?"
Me: "I was trying to pick you up like I normally do."
Rhiannon: "You can't do that anymore. Things are different."
Me: "What do you mean? I'm strong enough to lift you up."
Rhiannon: "Yes, but I'm bumpier now than I used to be and it squishes Beta."
Me: "Oh." [talking to her belly] "Sorry, Beta."
Rhiannon: "What are you apologizing to her for? She probably thinks it's fun. I'm the one that was hurt."
Beta is causing trouble between us already. (And sorry, Rhiannon.)