We drove to Spokane today, but I cannot share photos of the day until I tell the truth of how I'm feeling. We come to Spokane for a wild and crazy family reunion every summer. It is a real highlight of the summer for Abe and I and especially for the kids who relish the time with their masses of cousins. But here is the confession: I have a bad attitude about this trip. I don't feel well. There I said it. I am uncomfortable, tired, grouchy, and lazy. I don't want to do anything. In fact, my whole goal this summer (besides giving birth) is to teach my children to do laundry, to cook, to clean, and to help take care of the little kids, so I don't have to do ANYTHING.
The thing is, everyone kept saying how pregnancy gets harder as you get older. To be honest, this offended me. I'm not that old! Quit saying that!
But as it turns out, it is true.
I am getting old. I'm not a spring chicken. I'm getting too old for this. And to be in this state, in the summer no less, and to be packing for a trip, and driving 11 hours each way, and sleeping in a strange bed, and keeping track of children as they eat junk food and beg for cousin sleepovers for a week.
I'm just no fun right now.