Jason and I just returned this afternoon from a short trip to Lake Tahoe, where we had ourselves a little "baby-moon". I've been feeling the need to get out of town for awhile, so we planned a sweet little getaway to South Lake Tahoe. We spent most of our time just being peaceful and relaxing. We laid on the beach in the sun playing Scrabble together. We went out for relaxed dinners (one was a buffet at a casino- nothing is more exciting to a pregnant lady than a buffet with a dessert station!!). We went for gentle walks everyday- to Starbucks, to breakfast, along the pier, shopping. We played more board games in the evening in front of the fireplace. We even went for a ride one afternoon on a sailing cruise! Getting to bask in time being spent with just my husband was the best gift ever.
Jason and Brittany in front of our sailboat.
Not sure which is bigger- the boat or the belly...
All of it was lovely, and I enjoyed ALMOST every single second of it. I had one of the roughest nights on our first night at the hotel- having to wake up almost EVERY hour on the hour to get to the bathroom (I blame the buffet) left me pretty darn exhausted. Luckily Jason was able to take one for the team and snore his way through the drama... :)
Relaxing in the sun at the back of the boat together
And on the second evening in Tahoe after we got back to the hotel, I had probably the most uncomfortable few hours of this entire pregnancy. It didn't matter how many pillows or positions I tried- nothing was working. Jason was so good- massaging my belly and my back, helping with pillows, bringing me water, working on the room temperature... Not sure why I was so uncomfortable. I was not having contractions and the babies were moving and grooving like normal, but I just could not find a comfortable position to rest in. Jason helped me finally find a comfortable position, and apparently the universe conspired to let me sleep for almost 4 1/2 hours straight!! I haven't slept that long in an uninterrupted time period in 3-4 months. So I guess you have to take the great with the not-so-great when it comes to pregnancy. :)
I love this man!
Even with the not-so-great stuff, I feel like I am so lucky to have had this gentle of a pregnancy. Apparently my body handles pregnancy very well for the most part! It makes me a little sad to realize this, because Jason and I are definitely planning on being done with family additions after this pregnancy (you can understand, can't you?), so I'll only be pregnant once. And I. Love. Being. Pregnant.
Playing Scrabble on the beach
I love carrying these little munchkins around. I love that my body has been able to provide for them and nurture them. I love waking up and feeling their little kicks and movements in the middle of the night. I love seeing other peoples' joy when they learn about the peanuts. I love hearing the way my husband talks to his unborn sons before we fall asleep at night.
And in a silly way, I love the challenges that this pregnancy has brought. Trying to find a comfortable position, being unable to do things at my normal speed or ability, trying to catch my breath in the thinner mountain air when climbing up steps, dealing with the back pain that I'm now beginning to have, frequent bathroom trips, being unable to bend over fully... they may not be quite as exciting as feeling a baby move or seeing their heartbeats on an ultrasound, but they are serving to remind me of how precious the cargo is that I'm carrying around.
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