Baby-moon

In your third trimester, this is literally the WORST idea. OK, maybe not the worst if you’re going to the quaint little spa package at the mountain resort 2-3 hours from home. Probably really fun. Especially if you’ve had the easy-peasy pregnancy I have, have been staying active, & are generally healthy. In which case, please go for it. You’ll have a great time. I do not recommend, however, that you attempt to go 23+ hours in the car to visit your “good time” family in Maine.

The trip started in a less than desirable way. We planned on dropping the car off at the auto place @ 7ish AM for an oil change. Husband would pick me up and take me to the office where I would do payroll etc for the week, and we’d get on the road as soon as they were done. Say, 9:30 (generously) and drop off 2/3 dogs at the kennel on the way out of town. One, Two, Three, BREAK!   As in my car. The auto place calls me at 10:15 and gives me a laundry list of EXPENSIVE things that are wrong with my car. Not only that, but they haven’t touched the one thing I asked them to do (my oil). I say they call me, but in truth they call Husband. Husband doesn’t know a thing about a car. Pre-husband, I dated a few car guys (Hi Joel and Frank! You’re internet famous now!) and managed to sponge off some knowledge. So, Husband calls me a little freaked ($900+ will do that to a guy) and I call the tire place back & talk to the guy. My dear friend Ryan, who’s in the office,  hears me talking to the car people and solidifies my opinion on the matter. Frankly, fuck you do my oil and stop trying to up sell me services. Oh, and surely they’ve DONE my my oil while they’ve been waiting on me to talk to them, right? NO THEY HAVEN’T. WTF! They’ll get right on it. augh. At 12:30, I call them back and get the, “oh ya. just finished”. Wonderful.

We drop off 2/3 dogs at “camp” on the way out of town

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Ale thinks he’s at camp. Beta is not so sure. 

, swing through the grocery to buy fruit and snacks for road food. We get on the road about 1400. This puts us in Atlanta traffic, as well as Columbia traffic. Plus trying to stop every few hours for me so I don’t get too swollen and miserable. And on these stops, trying to find non-road food because the salt REALLY aggravates me. EVERYTHING tastes salty. We get into my darling friend Ellie’s in VA about 2 AM. This poor girl has a fussy 3 month old & here we come with my 31 week self, 6’4″, 300 Lbs  husband, and talkative 65 Lbs Australian Shepherd. Sweet Ellie has set up a room upstairs and has a giant pregnancy pillow on the bed. I love my friends.

It’s here we make the best decision of the trip. We stay all day Tuesday and plan on leaving on Wed morning. This lets me see her for a WHOLE DAY (SMILES!), explore the winery where she keeps her horse, meet her horse  (Magic! the OTTB x-timber horse who I had yet
to m0803161101eet) , chill with her husband (who I’ve met once) play with the baby, extend the cat claws and mutter critique the girl graciously riding Magic while Ellie has been out with the baby. (Full disclosure: I’m REAL judgy watching people ride. However, my saving grace is I’m JUST as hard on myself if I ever see a video or picture.) We go to lunch at the Alley Light where I had a brilliant soup-sandwich (I’m very into soup these days) , TAKE A NAP (which I’m also very into these days) The whole day was magical and perfect. Including the scheming to see each other more.

The next day Husband and I found a cute breakfast place and headed on to Maine. I was MUCH more impatient this day, and MUCH more miserable. I can only imagine if we hadn’t spent a day walking around. I would have been an even more miserable pregnant lady.  We’ll definitely do the same going back home in a few days. We FINALLY made it to Maine from Virginia in 12 hours & lots of stopping & swolen feet. Seriously dreding the drive back as I’ll 2 extra weeks preggers by then. You know what though, worth it. One of my best vacations everywhere we’ve stopped and slept & visited. Juat this driving around thing…

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