I was a skeptic, I confess. The idea of camping at the coast at 38 weeks pregnant was mildly disconcerting. Going into labor was the least of my worries. It was the whole “setting up camp/sleeping on the floor/ going pee multiple times a night” that gave me pause. But when your husband promises to make you comfortable and you know it’s the last chance for a getaway as a family of four, AND camping is really the only affordable option… then a few sleepless nights are completely manageable.
The girls were THRILLED to be camping.
We set up camp next to a sweet family with kids a few years older than our girls. El was smitten from the get go and it was all we could do to keep them at our site.
Or not. They were much cooler. Poor JD sat by the fire and said, “aren’t they supposed to be teenagers before they start ditching us?!”
The hobo packs were yummy though. I mean real yummy. Thanks to my dad’s love for hobo packs and summers of packing foil full of potatoes, carrots, meat, onions, garlic, and cheese at camp, these babies are always a staple for camping.
Due to thick coastal fog and chilly temperatures (aka hello Oregon Coast), we ventured into Newport for a trip to the aquarium. The girls walked around with stuffed animals in their hoodies. Babies belong in bellies.
Despite chilly mornings, the sunsets were spectacular.
On our last night, we checked into a super cute motel on the sea cliffs of Lincoln City. This was the view outside our motel room.
JD surfed. Oh yes he did.
The girls thought their surfer daddy was super cool.
On our last day, we stopped by the beach for a few hours of leisure. Because if we didn’t, Claire was going to cause an apocalypse. She’s been asking for the beach ever since.
After returning home, JD and I went into full nesting mode. I’d waited to wash any baby clothes until after our trip, and there were several small projects that needed to be accomplished. Like purchasing this stroller:
Baby, we’re ready for you!!!!! Nonnie comes Monday. Monday can’t come soon enough. Contractions are starting to pick up, but nothing sticks longer than a few hours. as of this Monday, I am 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced. Which tells us absolutely nothing, except hey! A baby’s probably going to come out soon. Yay!!!