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babymoon trip or whatever you want to call it.

shawnnathompson_babymoon_21Two weekends ago, we went on our babymoon.  It sort of makes me cringe to say that, because I think it’s a ridiculously stupid word.  Babymoon. Like I picture babies showing their butts and stuff whenever I hear it. But you know what?  A vacation is a vacation and I’ll take it and call it whatever the pregnancy god’s tell me to.  Baby butt vacation, sign me up.

We decided a looong time ago that we wanted to take a little getaway before Tiny Thomps arrived.  We started a little vacation fund basically the day after we found out we were pregnant.  Casey and I don’t go on many trips alone together.  Actually, the last one we took alone was our honeymoon OVER FOUR YEARS AGO.  (Apparently we only take trips with the word “moon” in them.  Read into it what you will.)  I mean, we’ve definitely gone places since then… to see family, to visit friends… it’s not like we never get away.  We just rarely get away just the two of us.  Since we’ve had a crazy busy summer, August was the earliest we could make it work.  And since August is right before September, and I’m due to birth a child in September, we didn’t think we should really travel very far.  Nobody wants to deliver a baby on a plane.  Or on the side of the road.  So we stayed somewhat close-ish to home and went to Sisters, OR for a long weekend getaway.  If you’ve ever been, you know how sweet and quaint and lovely it is.  We stayed at an amazing lodge right on the edge of town that had a movie house, brewery and spa on site.  So go ahead and feel a little jealous of us, we won’t mind.

shawnnathompson_babymoon_2shawnnathompson_babymoon_16 shawnnathompson_babymoon_4shawnnathompson_babymoon_20shawnnathompson_babymoon_7 shawnnathompson_babymoon_12You guys!  I got to ride a bike!  And when I say bike, I mean an adult-sized trike that was really only meant for the lodge staff to haul stuff around the grounds, but of course they let my charming pregnant ass borrow it.  I can’t quite put into words how excited I was to go on a bike ride, especially since I haven’t hopped on one since before I was pregnant for fear of falling off. (It’s happened before.)  I don’t really like to imagine what I must have looked like riding this thing but I loved every second of it.
shawnnathompson_babymoon_13shawnnathompson_babymoon_14shawnnathompson_babymoon_5shawnnathompson_babymoon_15shawnnathompson_babymoon_17shawnnathompson_babymoon_6shawnnathompson_babymoon_3We went on a little hike one morning, which lasted all of 1/2 of a mile before I panicked about going into labor in the middle of the woods and turned around.  I was then followed down the trail by a large-sized squirrel, who I can only assume saw me and figured I had massive quantities of food to share with him.  shawnnathompson_babymoon_1shawnnathompson_babymoon_9We treated ourselves to a couples massage – which was Casey’s first massage ever, which also must be documented.  Can’t you just feel his excitement?!  Also, please excuse my naked face. I didn’t wear makeup all weekend long – per Casey’s orders.  He actually like, insisted on it.  I still don’t get it but I love him for it. 
shawnnathompson_babymoon_10Another first… sorta.  This was Casey’s first hamburger in over 2 years, since we stopped eating meat.  Kind of a big deal.  He didn’t f*ck around either – this beast had bacon and gorgonzola cheese sauce and a whole pile of onions.  Cue the meat sweats.
shawnnathompson_babymoon_11shawnnathompson_babymoon_8shawnnathompson_babymoon_19We listened to some great live music at dinner on our last night.  Though I must say that the singer had somewhat of an… ugly singing face.  You know what I’m talking about?  Lots of singers have it.  Dave Matthews has it.  Jessica Simpson has it.  It’s as if their face is physically rejecting the music out of their body.  It’s really distracting and it makes me uncomfortable.  I have such problems.shawnnathompson_babymoon_18The thing of it is, it’s so easy to lose track of what it means to be a husband/wife in everyday life.  Things get busy and you fall into a routine and then you naturally take on these other roles that sometimes distract you from being couple… instead we become the dog walker, the cook, the bill payer, the errand runner, etc.  And we know that once the baby is here, it’ll be even harder to prioritize “us”.  So we truly appreciated and made the most of having this time alone to just be together with no distractions, no dogs, no yard work or meals to worry about.  It really was a great baby butt vacation. 

So. We’ve officially crossed the last of our big summer plans off our list!  Next up, childbirth.  No biggie.


letters to my life.

Dear work, you were pretty hard on me last week.  I hope you cool your jets this week, for literal crying out loud.

Dear bachelorette party, you were so much fun on Saturday.  But apparently wearing a slip under my dress and going home at 7:30 makes me old?  I guess I’m cool with that.

Dear driver in the red car this morning,  I’m sorry for accidentally flashing you my upper thigh on the street earlier.  I don’t know when I’ll learn my lesson that skirts + biking don’t mix.

Dear kale, get out of my teeth gap.  I felt you settle in there 30 mins ago and you’ve now overstayed your welcome. Work with me here.

Dear new gym, we’re thinking of trying you out tonight.  Although the thought is nauseating, since I haven’t hung out with the likes of you in months…

Dear Minneapolis, I miss you.

Dear parents, I love you but don’t get your hopes up after that last one.

Dear wine, is it appropriate to drink you after the gym tonight?  Let’s discuss.

Dear bug bite on my cheek that I thought was a zit, I’m really sorry that I messed with you yesterday.  I made an assumption about you and that was wrong of me.  I can see that you’re getting back at me now by tripling in size and itchiness.   Thanks for that.

Dear kale again, we did it!

Dear work elevator, this was highly appropriate today:

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Dear blog readers, hello I love you goodbye.

P.S. Letters to my life Volumes 1 and 2.


spill.

So yesterday I started writing a post about how I got a new bike last weekend and I’d started riding it to work this week and it’s been so exciting and environmentally friendly and EXERCISE! and wind in my hair, blah blah blah.  But now, I have a different story to tell about my new bike – because I have since fell off of it.  To make a short story shorter, last night on my way home from work I caught my wheel in a streetcar track and face-planted onto the asphalt.  Or I guess more like side-planted.  It all happened so fast that I’m not entirely certain of the details, but I do know that my tire slipped and I fell in between two parked cars and when I opened my eyes, there was an extremely friendly Asian man who didn’t speak English that was helping me up.

I basically just hightailed it out of there out of pure shock and mortification.  But about halfway home I started to feel the aches and pains of my spillage.  Nothing major, just a big ol’ scrape on the elbow, numerous colorful bruises and tons of sore spots.  Casey fixed me up like a champ.  He cleaned out the elbow, bandaged me up and fed me wine.  Good guy, he is.  But the fall did scare the bajeezus out of me.  I’ve replayed it in my head with a million other outcomes… what if I had fallen the other way into the street and there was a car coming?  what if I hadn’t been wearing my helmet?  what if I would have ripped my favorite jeans?  You know, all the scary things.  All things considered, I feel pretty lucky.  But I also feel pretty stupid that it happened at all.

I totally contemplated driving to work today, especially because I really am so sore.   But then I figured I should suck it up and not be such a baby.   So I hopped back on the bike and at speeds of 1.3 mph, made my way downtown.  Watch out!

Honestly though, I didn’t see this coming.  I thought that the first fall I would have would be caused by my attire.  Which is not as ridiculous as it may sound… if you don’t believe me, please refer to the outfit I wore when test-biking bikes over the weekend.

photo (8)photo (5)Seriously, who wears a long skirt when picking out a bike??   ^^ This guy! ^^  That’s who.

It’s honestly a toss-up as to what’s more uncomfortable: wiping out while biking in jeans and rain coat, or getting fitted for a bike when you’re wearing a long skirt (AKA skirt hiked up to nether regions while straddling a bike in front of a total stranger).   I guess I’d say the fall is the worser of the two, purely because of the residual war-wounds.  And it’s probably fair to say that the bike shop worker was more weirded out by our interaction than I was.

The takeaway here is: helmets!  And maybe bike shorts.