So just in case you weren't sure; camping while pregnant SUCKS. Ugh, we didn't remember to bring an air mattress, and I don't think we have a pump for one anyway. The first night wasn't bad, other than a lot of the guys got drunk off their butts and me and the other pregnant women sat around drinking koolaid and driving across the campsite to the bathroom every hour. Awesome. I felt so bad for her, she's at 37 weeks. I can't imagine camping that far along! Now my back hurts SO bad, my tummy barely fit in my mummy sleeping bag, and I'm still getting leg cramps from sleeping on the ground. Oh, and did I mention it was FREEZING last night? Yeah, frost on the tent and everything.
Oh, and I'm not supposed to have hot dogs. But what do you cook over an open fire? Yeah. Hot dogs. So I had toasted marshmallows and peanut butter sandwiches (courtesy of the other pregnant women). Moral of the story: even if Husband enjoys camping, postpone it until AFTER baby arrives!
Oh, and another thing! They all went swimming. But guess who doesn't fit into her swimsuit? Yeah, I know what you're thinking "just wear a bikini". I would if my "ladies" would fit into my tops! :( Oh well, at least I got some quality time with my husband.