I can definitely tell there's something inside me... Last friday night, as Mike and I lay on the couch watching TV, I felt very distinct movements inside my belly. At first it felt like a very faint little squirmy thing moving around. As I concentrated more on it, it seemed like it was maybe stretching and later, very small little kicks, definitely kicks. It is an unexplainable feeling, really, and a wonderful experience. I honestly feel sorry for men for never getting to feel it. I'm sure, though, that I will take back those words once I'm feeling the pains of labor...
Saturday morning, we awoke bright and early and took off to Kansas City with my brothers and family. After checking into our hotel, we checked in to Worlds of Fun. It ended up being only a "state of fun" for me, for a number of things kept me from experiencing the worlds of fun its name promises. Firstly, I cannot ride most of the rides because of the pregnancy, of course. Ah, the sacrifices... First alcohol, then this! Second, it was about 99 degrees and when they tell you your body heats up during pregnancy, they aren't kidding. I was miserably hot while waiting for the others to ride the roller coasters. My only relief came at the fury of the nile when I was graciously splattered a little bit with some stinky water. It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. I was happy just being with Mike and my family, but when someone suggested we leave about 2:30 and come back later when it was cooler, I was the first to agree. So after we went back to the hotel, took a quick dip in the pool and showered, we ate at Ruby Tuesdays and I was content. I went straight to my bed at the hotel and did not leave it until 9:00 the next morning. I was experiecing a tiredness like no other. Mike was sweet enough to stay with me while everyone else went back to the park, even though all I did was sleep.
I awoke refreshed the next day, ready for Oceans of Fun. The sky was overcast and the weather was tolerable, especially since I was able to be in water all day. I braved the slides with the whole family, bobbed around in surf city and Mike and I spent some quality time in the adult pool. I had a virgin daquari which helped me feel more like myself. After meeting up with the others again for a hotdog, we were just about to go in the "little river" as Haylee appropriately called the Carribean Cooler, when it began to rain. At first it was a nice, light rain and we were set to wait it out under a tree, but as soon as the thunder and lightening began, right above our heads, we decided to call it quits. It was mass panic when a monsoon came in, complete with hail. I hadn't been in rain that heavy - ever! It seemed silly to see everyone running for cover from getting wet while in their swimsuits. Alas, we all made it back to the van just as it let up. Figures.
On the way home, Haylee (who is my 4-year-old niece, by the way) thought my baby was probably hungry. I concurred. She asked what it was hungry for, Pizza Hut? Again, I agreed and we finally found one along the interstate at Hamburg, Iowa.
As always, it was nice returning home. We happily snuggled into bed, ready (kinda) to start in on normal life again. And here I sit. Content with life, and anxiously awaiting all the other good things to come...
