We took advantage of the kick-ass weather this weekend and made the trek out to Saddle Mountain to go on one of our favorite hikes. We’ve done this hike once before (in the dead of winter, we’re such dummies) but this time was a bajillion times better. It was nice and sunny, there wasn’t any hail, we had pants on, etc. It was great. Except that I must be pregnant or something because I kept getting super winded after about 10 steps. To give myself some credit, this hike is tough. It’s a pretty steep trek to the top, so I know it’s difficult for just about anyone. But I still felt like one of those squishy kids from the movie Heavyweights as I wheezed my way up that damn mountain.
Also worth noting on this hike: I had my very first stranger ask me if I was pregnant. She was walking past us and said something like, “Good for you for doing this hike when you’re pregnant!”. I didn’t say anything for a second because I was totally caught off guard which led her to then say “OMG you are pregnant, aren’t you?”. To be honest, I really didn’t mind that she asked me, but I definitely think it’s PRETTY ballsy when strangers comment on pregnancies. There are so many unknown factors to consider before you ask someone if they’re expecting. I myself tend to stay away from commenting on anyone else’s midsection unless I’m certain that they actually are indeed cooking up some cells in their uterus. Some telltale signs that a woman is pregnant: she’s wearing a shirt that says “baby on board”, she’s got the maternal hand-on-belly action or subsequent hand-on-lower-back waddle, she TELLS YOU that she’s pregnant, or you know, if she’s crowning. If it’s not that blatantly obvious, then you should probably just zip it. Anyways, anyways. The woman’s comment was sort of a defining moment in my pregnancy. Strangers can actually tell that I’m pregnant? Does that mean I can start using the “Expectant Mothers” parking spaces at Home Depot?
Some fotos of the day…
In other weekend news, we attempted to kick the dogs out of our bed for the very first time on Sunday. They’ve always slept with us but we’ve been talking about transitioning them to a dog bed on the floor for a while now. Purely because we’re having a kid that will probably be passing out in our bed from time to time, and we think 3 humans + 2 dogs in one bed sounds excessive? So anyways, this weekend we tried the dog bed. We tucked both pups in on the floor and then we crawled into our human bed and in less than 2 seconds, Eddie had jumped up to join us. (Gus is a little too full-figured to jump up on the bed on his own so he just sat at the foot of the bed giving us puppy dog eyes.) We brought them both back to their dog bed, and 2 seconds later, Eddie had jumped back up on our bed. This happened about 10 more times over the course of 5 minutes and each time we’d bring them back to bed and they’d sit there and give us these looks like they were auditioning for a Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercial. I’m fairly certain “Arms of an Angel” was playing somewhere in the distance… And so we caved. We’re such weenies. Ugh. We failed, they won. They continue to own 95% of our bed. The kid won’t mind sharing, right? I heard infants are pretty small anyways.
I mean… just look at these poor tortured souls. They clearly need a king-sized pillow-top mattress in order to survive.