Gabe and I were very excited to take Sam to the pumpkin patch this past weekend. We have discovered that one of the best things about having kids is having an excuse to participate in activities that you’ve secretly always enjoyed but couldn’t do before because we were childless and it would have been weird . Pumpkin Patches fall into this category. So do petting zoos. Oh, and public pools. Kinda weird for two grown adults to want to hang out at any of these places. Throw a kid into the mix and Ta-Da! Instant acceptance. 

So, anyways, we had a great time…and I think Sam did as well. The place was pretty crowded so we decided to skip the hay rides and corn mazes, etc. Sam was too young to really enjoy those activities anyway; he was more than content to sit on the tractor with Gabe and “push” the wheelbarrow full of pumpkins. He tried so hard to push the wheelbarrow just like Daddy. It was adorable. 

We bought a white pumpkin this year. I have always wanted a white pumpkin. They are so creepy. I love them.

My camera died twenty minutes after we arrived (apparently that’s what happens when you don’t charge it for three weeks, go figure) so I had to make due with my iPhone, which turned out okay. We ended up leaving shortly after that because my morning sickness kicked in and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by vomiting all over the pumpkins in front of hundreds of small children. 

My morning sickness is brutal this time around. With Sam, I probably had one bad week, and that was it. With this baby, I’m taking anti-naseua meds and eating bread around the clock. Ugh. Maybe that means it’s a girl. Or twins. Or triplets. Whatever he or she or they may be, I am so looking forward to the first trimester ending. Then the nausea subsides. And the stretchy pants come out. Yes.