Hey blerg, guess what we did last weekend? That’s right, CAMPING! My favorite summer time activity!

This was also a record for camping the earliest in the summer, beating last year’s record of late June. Had to do it–it was going to be 90 in town and 90 out of town. Out of town won!

We went to our favorite, default camping spot–the one that doesn’t require any strenuous hiking (being pregnant is exhausting enough).

Another first–the river was completely flooded! Our usual camping spot was underwater! We just had to camp higher up on the mountain.

Still, so beautiful. And no one around. We pass a lot of public campgrounds on our way to our spot, and they were jam-packed with people, but no one was even close to us. Just the way we like it.

Hours upon luxuriant hours to sniff pine trees and read books.

The water was FREEZING. Also my beloved floatie/bed finally popped a hole. Josh stuck a patch over it, but it still slowly deflated over the course of the evening, which was not at all comfortable to sleep on. I just ordered myself a new silver one online. Camping necessity!

Look at this dude, sucking in his gut. He still outweighs me by a few pounds, but I’m closing the gap fast!

We left Saturday morning and returned Sunday afternoon, and it was all over too fast!

The family that camps together…does tick skin searches together. Skin and fur.

These girls always have a blast. We saw a few deer. No bears.

Speaking of sucking it in, bah ha haaaaa. I was ravenous on the camping trip! Could not stop eating! Course, I’m that way at home and work, too. Hungry hungry hippo.

I told Josh he still has to take me camping 4 times this summer, pregnancy or no pregnancy. If this early hot weather is any indication of the future, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

Just like the “good old days” of blogging, I have too many pictures for one post! That means I’m gonna have to blog AGAIN this week!

I am working this week, but part-time. The job I had yesterday was a whopping THREE MINUTE commute from our house, talk about lucky!

C’est moi, your pregnant narrator. That’s a sports bra I’m wearing. I refuse to buy a new, “pregnant” bathing suit at this point in my life. I’d rather just eye my old tiny bikinis jealously and snivel.

Meadow cub!

So green.

Siiiiigh, I love camping.

R.I.P. orange floatie! You served me well.

Thank God this sequin and rhinestone-smothered caftan I made years ago is still room-y!

More to come! So much more. Promise. Really. I have to go eat now.