We had a great time in Cape Cod–eating lots of seafood (I think I may have gone over the recommended 12-ounces this week), riding bikes, and reading, just as we’d planned. I’ve been feeling great, with the exception of some heartburn, and continue to marvel at how fast the time is flying by.
I brought about a million pregnancy and newborn-care books with us. Basically, we brought along all of the reading that had been lent to us and which we have been meaning to read for maybe, oh, the past 34 weeks. We laughed at the idea of going on a babymoon only to read about babies the whole time, but I know we were both relieved to feel a bit more versed in all that is to come. And frankly, it was a lot of fun to think about it together and, as cheesy as it sounds, to talk about hopes and fears and dreams. (Which category do you think explosive poop falls into?)
(P.S. Happy first day of summer!)