Confessions of a Big Pregnant Lady

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. 

But we made it here today.  It is lovely and it will probably be good for me to talk with family and enjoy my sister-in-laws.  I'll probably come home mentally healthier and happier, but I've been a bit of a stinker about getting here.  Apologies to my kind husband and children for my behavior the last couple of days.  Apologies to my extended family for any bad behavior I may exhibit over the course of the next week. 

Elinor is so happy to be old enough and tall enough to drive the golf cart around.

George and Bethany playing in the playground area.

Abe and Faith on a four wheeler ride.

Clark took himself on a hike-about to let off steam from the day.   He says he nearly caught a snake.  I'm sure he won't leave Spokane empty handed.