We went away for the weekend to the Great Wolf Lodge in the Poconos. We being, myself, the husband, the hellion, my brother and his girlfriend, my mom and dad, my grandfather and my 9 year old cousin. I had been dreading this trip since my parents told me they were taking us all on Christmas.
The first issue was the drive up to the Poconos. I rode with my mom for the two hour drive. Two glorious hours of on and off carsickness. We finally get up there and I begin feeling better. They immediately want to go to the indoor waterpark. Now, I'm pregnant. I refuse to submerge myself in water filled with chlorine and kid pee. I sit with everyone's stuff and read a book. I figure maybe the next day I'll go with the hellion to the non-submerged part of the park with all the spray guns.
The next day I put my bathing suit and coverup on and head back to the waterpark. First, let me mention that 10 weeks into my 6th pregnancy I no longer have my pre-pregnancy body. And I'm not exactly svelte to begin with. I don't own any bathing suits that are one piece. I'm now slightly self-conscious. I look around figuring I would find many overweight women in bikinis. Not a one. Every single woman in there is dressed appropriately for her weight class. I'm confused and distraught. It's very different from the hideousness that invades the Jersey shore every summer.
I sit down with my book for a while and then decide to buy a one piece in the gift shop. Cheapest one - $100. Since it's February and I won't be wearing it again for months, I can't bring myself to buy it. I give up and go back to my book. Apparently a rather good idea on my part because they the closed the wave pool. Why? Because a small child had a fecal accident in it and they had to drain and refill the pool.
We leave the water park and dress to take the kids tubing. I'm pregnant. I can't tube. And it's cold out. So we leave the children with my dad and grandfather while my mom drags up off to the Lodge i.e. bar. I sit on an uncomfortable bar stool sipping my hazelnut cappuccino (I ordered vanilla) until I'm ready to pull my hair out. A sucky band it playing way too loud and the drunks are getting on my nerves. I send the husband for the car and we ditch the rest of them to go back to the hotel. I bring my grandfather with us as it's way too loud and crowded for him as well. I lose all feeling in my face and my grandfather is shaking something fierce while we wait for the husband. We go to the room and I go to sleep.
I skipped the trip to the waterpark on Sunday, opting to go to the outlets to shop at Motherhood Maternity. I found a pair of light brown cords for $26 and a brown summer top for $10. Only later do I realize we have a Motherhood Maternity Outlet 20 minutes from my house. Oh, and they had maternity bathing suits for $20, if only I had known.
We get back to the hotel, load up the cars (I watch) and head back to Jersey. Another 2 hours of carsickness, worse than the ride up. So very grateful to be home.
As I mentioned before, we were going to order a fetal doppler. I tried on Thursday but our internet wasn't working. The husband tried at his mom's house on Friday before coming up to PA but Belly Beats wouldn't accept a debit card and we don't have credit cards. I borrowed my brother's laptop on Saturday to order from a different company that would take a debit card. Stork Radio took my order and then told me they needed a prescription. I tried to call and cancel but it was after 9 and they were closed. I tried to cancel on Sunday, but they didn't answer the phone. I finally got a hold of them yesterday morning and they canceled the order, returning my money to my bank account. I ordered the digital fetal doppler from Baby Beats (different from Belly Beats) for a dollar more a month without a problem. It should be here by Friday.
Oh and I must have left out a glass of milk before we left because I came home to a glass of almost solid milk. I went to pour it out in the toilet and it splashed back at me. All over my hands, neck and face. I managed not to throw up from sheer will alone and cleaned myself up, wondering when the hell of a weekend would be over.
We went away for the weekend to the Great Wolf Lodge in the Poconos. We being, myself, the husband, the hellion, my brother and his girlfriend, my mom and dad, my grandfather and my 9 year old cousin. I had been dreading this trip since my parents told me they were taking us all on Christmas.
The first issue was the drive up to the Poconos. I rode with my mom for the two hour drive. Two glorious hours of on and off carsickness. We finally get up there and I begin feeling better. They immediately want to go to the indoor waterpark. Now, I'm pregnant. I refuse to submerge myself in water filled with chlorine and kid pee. I sit with everyone's stuff and read a book. I figure maybe the next day I'll go with the hellion to the non-submerged part of the park with all the spray guns.
The next day I put my bathing suit and coverup on and head back to the waterpark. First, let me mention that 10 weeks into my 6th pregnancy I no longer have my pre-pregnancy body. And I'm not exactly svelte to begin with. I don't own any bathing suits that are one piece. I'm now slightly self-conscious. I look around figuring I would find many overweight women in bikinis. Not a one. Every single woman in there is dressed appropriately for her weight class. I'm confused and distraught. It's very different from the hideousness that invades the Jersey shore every summer.
I sit down with my book for a while and then decide to buy a one piece in the gift shop. Cheapest one - $100. Since it's February and I won't be wearing it again for months, I can't bring myself to buy it. I give up and go back to my book. Apparently a rather good idea on my part because they the closed the wave pool. Why? Because a small child had a fecal accident in it and they had to drain and refill the pool.
We leave the water park and dress to take the kids tubing. I'm pregnant. I can't tube. And it's cold out. So we leave the children with my dad and grandfather while my mom drags up off to the Lodge i.e. bar. I sit on an uncomfortable bar stool sipping my hazelnut cappuccino (I ordered vanilla) until I'm ready to pull my hair out. A sucky band it playing way too loud and the drunks are getting on my nerves. I send the husband for the car and we ditch the rest of them to go back to the hotel. I bring my grandfather with us as it's way too loud and crowded for him as well. I lose all feeling in my face and my grandfather is shaking something fierce while we wait for the husband. We go to the room and I go to sleep.
I skipped the trip to the waterpark on Sunday, opting to go to the outlets to shop at Motherhood Maternity. I found a pair of light brown cords for $26 and a brown summer top for $10. Only later do I realize we have a Motherhood Maternity Outlet 20 minutes from my house. Oh, and they had maternity bathing suits for $20, if only I had known.
We get back to the hotel, load up the cars (I watch) and head back to Jersey. Another 2 hours of carsickness, worse than the ride up. So very grateful to be home.
As I mentioned before, we were going to order a fetal doppler. I tried on Thursday but our internet wasn't working. The husband tried at his mom's house on Friday before coming up to PA but Belly Beats wouldn't accept a debit card and we don't have credit cards. I borrowed my brother's laptop on Saturday to order from a different company that would take a debit card. Stork Radio took my order and then told me they needed a prescription. I tried to call and cancel but it was after 9 and they were closed. I tried to cancel on Sunday, but they didn't answer the phone. I finally got a hold of them yesterday morning and they canceled the order, returning my money to my bank account. I ordered the digital fetal doppler from Baby Beats (different from Belly Beats) for a dollar more a month without a problem. It should be here by Friday.
Oh and I must have left out a glass of milk before we left because I came home to a glass of almost solid milk. I went to pour it out in the toilet and it splashed back at me. All over my hands, neck and face. I managed not to throw up from sheer will alone and cleaned myself up, wondering when the hell of a weekend would be over.