Well, I’ve gotten lots of phone calls lately asking how I’ve been feeling. The third trimester starts next week, and I fear the bliss of the second will be over. For those women out there who have been pregnant before, you know that point of the pregnancy where the baby moving isn’t cute anymore? It starts out where you’re just dying to feel that little one flutter around, and then it turns into thumps, and you’re so proud. Then there’s a foot stuck in your rib, and it’s kicking your bladder nonstop, and the kicking has turned into uncomfortable squirming. That’s what has started.
I just started going through my camera, and realized that I never posted our apple picking/pressing adventure. We picked our crab apple tree (the other apple trees still aren’t ripe yet, but crab apples make the best cider anyway! We all had a fun time picking them. It was getting dark by the time Knut and his dad got the press ready and cleaned, so the kids were out there only for a few minutes, because the bugs were out in full force. At any rate, it turned out delicious!
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