Emily’s Musings

I am secretly sad when I wake up in the morning and I am STILL PREGNANT. The last few weeks of pregnancy (I have three and half weeks to go) are just plain exhausting. I have found myself frustrated with my very lethargic, slow, out of proportion, body. My brain has a tendency to go a million miles an hour with lots of fun ideas, projects, and activities, but my body just won’t cooperate. I feel like lazy mom, who literally has to “gear up” all morning just to go out in the afternoon. There is a green-space behind our house that has a swing set, and you would think I would be out there all day, every day, with my child that talks about that very piece of equipment ALL DAY LONG. You would think it would give me enough energy to take her out there, but sadly, I can’t get my body to respond and hop to it!

I haven’t seen my side of the family as much as I would like, BECAUSE I CAN’T GET MY BUTT OUT THE DOOR. A few of my siblings have asked me what I do all day. You know, WITH ALL MY SPARE TIME. Because I don’t work, and toddler’s aren’t really considered work. Here’s the deal, it takes me all morning to get out of bed, make breakfast (which is usually the very complicated and very gourmet meal of COLD CEREAL) get Hannah clothed, and possibly myself clothed (out of PJ’s of course). By the time this very VERY EXHAUSTING process has taken place, it’s time for lunch, and then Hannah and I both take a nap at 12:00. By 2:00 PM, I am ready (hopefully) to run one errand. Please, I can’t over work myself, and I certainly can’t be too ambitious by doing more than one errand because then I would feel obligated to repeat such an “ambitious day,” and really, I can’t commit to something like that.

With that said, I do sometimes get out of the house and indulge my child and husband with fun activities. On Saturday, we went to a carnival in Eagle Mountain. I’m sure the celebration had a “specific name,” but I can’t remember useless information like that at this point. Heck, I’ve only been to Eagle Mountain once, like 10 years ago, and it has changed completely. It’s like a development was plopped right out in the middle of nowhere.

I have only been to one carnival in my life, and that was like 20 years ago. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but I had seen enough movies with “carnival scenes” in them to know Hannah would have fun.

It took 25 shots to get a picture of her smiling. I’m sure she was having fun the entire time, but all of these fancy rides were a lot to process. Six weeks ago, she was playing with sticks, geckos, and rocks. This carousel was a BIG STEP UP from her Saba toys.

Hannah’s face was very expressionless on all the rides. In fact, her face looked like this on every ride. The only way we knew she was actually having fun was at the end of the ride and she would finally smile and say, “AGAIN?”

This is Hannah (with her signature look) and her cousin Savannah, who she affectionately calls, “FADANNAH!”

Okay, so she really liked this ride. She actually smiled the entire time.

David also had a great time. Not only did he get to ride on all the kid rides that “required his parental supervision” (because I pulled the very legitimate “pregnancy card” that excluded me from any nauseating rides), but he also got to ride in a helicopter.

That made his day. Or should I say week? Actually, it probably made his year, and now he wants to get his helicopter license. It was that cool.

Right-o. I’ll be sure to remind him to get right on that after he becomes a real doctor.