To sum up:

• Packing up the car for a couple nights at Beaver Lake with my siblings and sister’s friend
• Making a pit-stop at Tontitown winery to listen to music with R’s friends
• Within 2 minutes of meeting, asking one of the girls in the group if she’d take photos of my homebirth. (I couldn’t help it, she made the fatal mistake of showing me photos of her work: Aus10)
• Accepting her polite refusal
• Spending the next 20 minutes assuring her I’m not a weirdo.
• When trying to make a great first impression, telling the group that because of my feminist/ women’s studies days in college, R doesn’t think a boy would survive in my womb. Therefore, he’s almost positive we’re having a girl.
• Spending the next 20 minutes assuring everyone I’m not a weirdo nor a man-hater.
• When introduced to the singer, who happens to be R’s boss’ brother, squealing like a groupie.
• Spending the next 20 minutes assuring everyone I’m not a weirdo, man-hater, nor a groupie.
• Leaving the winery and heading to Beaver Lake, singing Weezer songs at the top of our lungs.

• Seeing our sweet cabin in the woods.
• Thanking my brother and sister-in-law for saving the beds for us, instead of asking us to sleep on the couch.
• Sharing the baby drama that no longer is, PTL!
• Only getting up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom.
• Stumbling over everything in my path on the way to said restroom, and waking up everyone  in the living room.
• Hanging out in the lake on baby inner tubes because that was the only pool item available at Walmart. Wait. I take that back, we did find a small swimming pool that we debated on buying. We were pretty sure a hole in the middle of it would be perfect for this belly.
• Getting a red forehead.
• Laughing.
• Talking.
• Listening.
• Grazing on all the food in the kitchen.
• Getting described as “petite” by my sister, and realizing that it has taken me being almost 9 mos pregnant before anyone on the face of this planet has ever called me petite.
• Playing spoons and getting out in the first round every time.
• Dancing and singing to “I want you to want me”
• Getting out of breath within 3 seconds of dancing.
• Putting head between my legs so as not to faint.
• Repeating this sequence for the duration of the song.
• Crashing at 11:30 with sunburnt bodies and more wrinkles.
• Using the bathroom only once again during the night.
• Waking up the house again due to stumbles.
• Early morning & quiet ride to church.
• Talking pregnancy with the 3 billion other girls my age that are also due within the year. Do not drink the water, N & A.
• Taking a two hour nap in between movies once we got home.
• Not even looking at the laundry hamper until today.
• Just looked at it, and deciding to forget about it.

All in all, a good time.