Week 8 day 4

  Don’t go camping in the first trimester of pregnancy.  Let me say this again.  Don’t even THINK about overnight camping trips in the first trimester!

  Camping is supposed to be a sacrifice.  We go out into the woods to rough it.  Whether your idea of roughing it is bringing-all-your-own-water-boy-scout-tent-camping or parking your pop up trailer on a concrete slab and plugging in to watch reruns of Buffy, we’re supposed to be getting back to our roots and sleeping under the stars or roaming where the buffalo roamed.  But now I have one more reason to be impressed with the early colonials who made their way on the Oregon Trail.

   Between the nausea and multiple bathroom trips in the night, it’s just not worth the sacrifice.  We were blessed that it stayed dry and we didn’t have mud-caked dogs to contend with.  That would have made it MUCH more fun.  But my partner is already uncomfortable both physically and emotionally.  While trying to eat enough of the right foods and not get sick we’re also trying to grasp the whole “OMG we’re going to be parents!  What the hell did we get ourselves into?”

So do yourself a favor and even if she brings up the idea of camping, gently dissuade her from it.  Or come up with something better where you’ll know she’ll be more comfortable.

   Now I realize that just choosing to go camping does not make me an ass.  But it sure opens the door for a variety of assery potential.  And if you’re willing to open THAT can of worms, then by all means have all the hippy outdoor loving overnight camping fun that you want.  But be careful what you say on her 4^th trip to the bathroom in one night.  Be careful with the food you pack and serve.  Be careful criticizing her for the 3^rd nap when there’s “all this beautiful fresh air”.  I’m just sayin….

   You don’t want be an ass, right?