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last weekend.

IMG_1148This post is about a week late but that’s what happens when you’re 18 weeks pregnant and you faceplant into your bed as soon as your kid naps/goes to bed for the night.  AKA no free time to do stuff like blog.  I do think that I’m finally getting past the extreme fatigue that took over my entire existence during the first trimester.  Thank the good Lorde.  The singer.  Anyhoo, these photos are from last weekend – Memorial Day weekend – when me and my guys went to Hood River for the day.  I used to go to Hood River for the wine tasting.  Now I go for the change of scenery and the excellent waterfront park that occupies my kid while we wait for a table at Pfriem.  Where I then watch my husband drink beer and I pretend that iced tea is just as refreshing.

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I mentioned this on the Instagrams, but right after the photo below was taken at lunch, Crosby proceeded to have meltdown after meltdown to the point where people were turning and staring and the older women at the table across from us gave me that head-tilted, half-smile, we’ve-been-there-it’s-ok look.  I’m fairly certain I sweated through my shirt and my face was perma-red the entire time.  It was pretty rough.  I think it was a combo of the hangries and a too-short nap.  Not sure what Crosby’s excuse was though…  mreheheheh.

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Other than that! The rest of our day there was lovely. We spent a good chunk of time walking along the river and watching a kitesurfing tournament.  Or is kiteboarding?  Sailboarding?  Kitesailing?  Skiting?  Kurfing?  I actually have no idea what it’s called but it looks hard as rocks.

IMG_1167 IMG_1172Speaking of rocks. Crosby insisted on carrying 3 “wocks” and his water bottle by himself – which resulted in dropping at least one of said objects every 3 feet or so.  Patience is a virtue that carries a lot of wait.

IMG_1164 IMG_1161We wandered around town for a while after the park and had the same “we should totally move here” conversation that we have every time we’re in Hood River.  It’s just so GD cute.  We stumbled upon the sweetest little ice cream shop that was filled with cute little families and yummy looking treats… but they only took cash and we only had a credit card.  So we left, with tears in our eyes.  Or maybe that was just me.  But then we drove past a Dairy Queen on our way out of town and were like, well, it’s there, they take credit cards, we might as well stop.  And I gotta say, after being spoiled with so much ridiculous Portland ice cream over the past few years, DQ just doesn’t really do it for me anymore. I know, don’t hate me.  My name is Shawnna and I’m an ice cream snob.  If anyone would like to pay for my ice cream rehabilitation, don’t.
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So here’s hoping that this weekend is exactly like the last one!  Minus the tantrums. Plus better ice cream. And more deodorant. And a gallon of milk. Paper towels. Eggs. ooh.. pickles!

This has now become my grocery list.

Happy Friday!


bumpdate: 31 weeks

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Weeks: 31 weeks
Baby is the size of: A pineapple! I’ve been waiting this whole pregnancy for the baby to be the size of a pineapple. I feel very accomplished this week.
Weight gain: [pig snout emoji]
Cravings: Maybe it’s because it’s hotter than shit outside or maybe it’s a craving, but I can’t stop with the ice cream. Such a cliché. A delicious, magical cliché. I like to think that I’m craving the calcium. Just go with it.
Sleep: Ugh, getting worse and worse. Every sleep position is uncomfortable even though I’m surrounded by eleventeen pillows. This gut is just.so.big.  It’s like sleeping after eating 17 Thanksgiving meals.  So… any sleep suggestions for these last 9 weeks would be moderately to severely appreciated.
Movement: The baby has taken up hiccuping at least 3-5 times a day. You’d think the amniotic fluid was made of Coors Lite at the rate that this kid hiccups. #lightweight
Symptoms: The cankles are in full effect, my friends. Especially in this heat wave we’ve been having. I point them out regularly to Casey, who then lovingly refers to me as Professor Klump.  Perhaps I should start incorporating pics of my canks in these bumpdates, so you can all follow along on the slow disappearance of my ankle bones.
Missing: The second trimester. Those were the glory days.
Happenings: I lost a blueberry down my bra all day yesterday. I felt it fall in when I took a bite out of my breakfast in the morning, tried to fish it out, failed, went on with my day, got home and changed into a sports bra to go for a walk, and out fell that blueberry. And then Gus ate it. I should probably get used to small creatures consuming things that come out my bra.

…you know… a lot of these bumpdates consist of me talking about the crappy or weird parts of being preg. And while there definitely are some crappy and weird parts, they definitely don’t represent how I feel about this pregnancy overall. So today I feel compelled to type out loud, that I kinda love being pregnant… and I am genuinely ecstatically excited to meet this little womb dweller. To be perfectly honest (and here’s the part where every other pregnant woman can go ahead and hate me) I’ve had a really easy pregnancy. My symptoms and side effects have been minor, and although I come back here every few weeks to chat about cankles and belly hair, I honestly wouldn’t change my experience for anything.

What I’m trying to say is, pregnancy (for me) has been amazing. I’ve loved every second of it. And I want to remember that. I also want to remember that right now at this very moment I have a shooting pain of fire going through my right boob. So maybe I should just shut my pie-hole and stop jinxing myself with all this “easy pregnancy” talk.

Bumpdate #9, over and out.

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