Camping while pregnant
We love to camp. And we’re not going to let a little thing like being nearly eight months pregnant from doing something we love. So, this weekend, we I packed up and headed to the woods for three nights of fishing, relaxing and camp fire.
While camp fire smoke doesn’t cure morning sickness (yes, she still is going through it), it sure does make for a relaxing time. But after only getting the tent wet twice this year, I put it away for the final time in quite a while tonight. I don’t know when the next time that I get to set it up in the rain, sleep in the rain, take it down in the rain and come home to put it away in the sweltering sun will be. Blue tarp camper, I’m one of you.
Having a baby doesn’t mean the end of camping or time in the outdoors, but it does make it really difficult to plan these outings. And we’ll have to pack a few more things. But the thing that I keep thinking about is that the next time we go, we’ll have a baby. We’ll have Kylah with us. And the damn raccoons had better keep their distance.
Tell me, what advice do you have for us to take into the woods next summer when Kylah gets to join us?
