Camping at Olive Ridge

Mike and I decided to get out of town late yesterday afternoon and head up to the mountains with another couple.  We didn’t have to go far to “get away from it all” and that’s exactly why we love living where we live!  About an hour outside of town and we were in the shadows of some fourteeners along with probably about 100 of our like-minded, unwashed neighbors, but not before we were stopped on the way up on the highway by a herd of big-horned sheep mindlessly eating the brush.

We kept it easy and low-key, packing only what was already bundled in our “camp trunk” and set low expectations for dinner (hot dogs, chips, and s’mores) and breakfast (coffee and grits).  The one good thing about packing the prego card on a camping trip is that it opens the door for bringing more creature comforts for future camping trips.  I’m about to plan our next trip where we will be bringing the “deluxe” tent and invest in some good bedding!

Happy 15 Weeks!

So it looks like our little is now about 4 inches long (“crown to rump”, or rather, head to butt) and weighs 2.5 ounces, and, as many of the pregnancy websites compare current size to food items, is the size of an apple. Legs are finally getting to be longer than the arms and the lungs are getting some exercise by breathing amniotic fluid in and out. As for me, I no longer feel the need for an afternoon nap, but I actually think it’s working against me. We’ve been busy getting our house organized (and disorganized) for selling and moving and I keep forgetting that I shouldn’t be pushing and lifting the same amount I used to. Luckily, my body is pretty good at sending reminders to take it easy… along with other reminders such as the rubber band “buttoning” my pants and my gut peeking out from under my shirt. I’m still not ready for maternity clothes but I have a new love for summer dresses!