Maman and I spent the day with The Littles and my Brother and Sister in Law.

They just recently made the move back to the area and I feel so lucky that I’m able to see Maman and them. Two for one’s. Nothing beats them.

Unfortunately, no pics to share. Which makes me feel like a bad Auntie — The Littles and I love taking selfies! But I was too damn out of it in my preggo state and so focused on making it through our Sugarloaf Mountain hike that I think all my energy was expended in my constant huffing and puffing, and increased heart rate.

{Side note before continuing : I last was at Sugarloaf Mountain circa 1988. One of those fun family outings that TC organized, which we felt duped by when we realized it was a Civil War history lesson and it turned out to be an unseasonably hotter than hell spring day for a hike. Our fun family outing turned into def con 9 disaster with many tears, screaming and TC shouting, don’t make me turn this car around and lots of don’t think I won’t leave you on this mountain. Such happy, fond memories.}

I seriously shouldn’t even call it a hike. That’s kinda an embarrassment, really. My idea of a hike is a minimum of four miles. I used to have that set at six, but in my steady state of slowness, I’m trying to be more lenient all across the board.

This couldn’t have been more than two and a half. But I’ll be damned if I literally couldn’t stop huffing. My little M, whose really not so little now {first grader!} schooled me. She walked straight up those hills like she was queen of Sugarloaf Mansion — which pre preg me would have thought nothing of, and now, WTF!

I know, I know. I am preg. I can’t expect to be at my same physical activity level but wait a minute. Can’t I? I’m having a hard time with this aspect of being knocked up. Rather frustrating.

Then I had to remind myself that, self, this is just temporary. Be good to you. Be gentle to you. And God Damn, be calm and positive — teaching in the womb, teaching in the womb!

I really wish someone would have clued me in that I’d be having to take the High Road – – all across the board — a lot sooner than I realized.

Littlest M had it made — he was being carried by Brother in the pack. Wouldn’t it be nice to be carried in a comfy pack? Kids have it so good. So damn good.

The Littles seem pretty jacked that they’re going to have a baby cousin. As they climbed all over me and we loved and hugged on each other, they both said they couldn’t wait to share their leftover Halloween candy with the baby.

Candy and good human touch, People. It always comes back to that now, doesn’t it?

Never mind that Halloween would have been a good six months past and that the babe won’t be able to consume candy for quite some time — these things don’t matter to The Littles. That, People, is wisdom talking.

I think I should stop paying attention to the things that do make sense and pay more attention to the things that don’t.