We’re 10 months into this g-tube life, and I’m getting smarter about everything. I’ve started preparing now for our vacation that starts on Sunday! So far I’ve made 8 of the 18 feeds that C will need while Hubster and I are away. Doing a little at a time takes the pressure off instead of food prep turning into a 4-hour affair the night before vacation!
The past couple days, I’ve been daydreaming about being somewhere peaceful and warm. It might have something to do with the winter dragging on for what seems like forever (it always feels like forever by the time March rolls around); it might have to do with becoming larger and more pregnant as each day progresses; or it might be due to feeling sick and wanting to teleport elsewhere. Whatever it is, I’ve been thinking a lot about the beach, kayaking and relaxing to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Today’s post is basically a photo dump of some of the highlights of our vacation last week. Yes, there are a few pictures of ice cream. That’s what happens when a pregnant person goes on vacation. What can you do? Ice cream is delicious, and I apologize if any of you have cravings after the viewing of these pictures.
This is the first time I’ve ever purchased Disney Photo Pass pictures (the downloads are $14.95 each!), but I totally think it was worth it. We visited Disney World’s Animal Kingdom today and had a fantastic time. When most people were eating lunch, we took advantage of a relatively short line to meet Mickey Mouse. C was so excited to meet him. He absolutely adores “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse” on Disney Junior. It was fun to see his reaction and get a nice, maybe once-in-a-lifetime family picture with Mickey. These two pics make my day.
We’re taking off this morning, heading to Florida for a week! We’re so excited!
The three of us have never been to Florida, and this is also C’s first time on an airplane. Please send prayers, cross your fingers, do whatever you do in hopes that he won’t scream on the plane! That’s pretty much my worst fear for this trip – that he’ll start defiantly screaming and I won’t be able to get him to stop.