Well, internet, I wish I could say that I missed you in the week that I was camping in the woods upstate, but honestly, I love a good technology break every now and then. This one was driven less by a lack of cell service (which is my favorite kind of technology break) and more by a lack of chargers. I’ll take what I can get.
We had the kids for vacation this past week, and decided to camp. We ended up in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. You want to know what is not as fun pregnant as it is when you’re non-pregnant? Camping. Getting up in the night to pee is always a pain in the ass, but it’s actually much worse when you have to get up, put on boots in the dark, walk through the mud up a hill with a flashlight, and pee in a cement building with spiders in it. While not waking up the dog. Also, you realize that your children are actually very active sleepers when you are trying to fall back asleep afterwards to the harmonious sounds two out of three of them flailing around like fish out of water in their sleeping bags. Also also, hiking at 1,000 feet of elevation is noticeably more difficult when you are pregnant.
I was honestly surprised I struggled so much with all of it. Everyone says the second trimester is the best of pregnancy, and I sort of expected to feel more like my non-pregnant self. I do feel better, but I am definitely still pregnant. This camping trip was a big reminder of that. I move slowly, I tire more easily, and I need to eat more often. Things that I used to do easily were a chore, and things that used to be a chore were basically impossible. So yeah. Still pregnant over here. And bending over repeatedly to put up a tent? Not all that easy while pregnant.
All complaints aside, there were some good moments. The kids had apparently never walked on active train tracks before, and found it super-exciting. Also, when they asked if they could climb down a muddy cliff by hanging on to tree roots to go swimming in a natural pool at the base of a dam, in violation of both park rules and common sense, they were totally shocked when the answer was yes, and my psychic-or-something wife had actually packed all of our swimsuits in the day pack. My wife, the dog and I also swam in the pool, and we had all just changed back into our clothes (except the dog, who wears the same fur coat no matter what she’s doing) when a group of teenage boys came careening down the same muddy cliff to illegally swim in the same pool. Sadly, I don’t have any pictures of all of this, because let’s be honest. Carrying around a fetus and a water bottle on the hike was enough of a struggle; I wasn’t about to also be carrying around my camera.
The kids are still sort of working through their feelings about the pregnancy, so when we dropped them off with their dad for the weekend and met up with our old friends at the beach, it was a relief to let my guard down, relax and just be happy about it again. Also, sleeping in a bed was nice. Still, the fatigue of the week really caught up with me yesterday, and I was basically unable to do anything but lie around whinging about nausea and vague abdominal pains which may or may not be this “round ligament pain” I have heard about.
Today, I am back in my beige cube in Manhattan, slogging through the workday. It’s tough to say that it was a “good” vacation, which is what everyone asks you when you come back from a week away, given the emotional drama with the kids and the unexpected difficulties I had with the camping trip. But I did have time for the blister caused by my work shoes to heal, and I did actually have a day to lie around whinging without any work to do, so I suppose in that sense, the week away from work was a success.