My apologies for the lack of blogging lately, hopefully things can get going again when my second trimester begins. I think I did a lot of bargaining/praying that if I could just be healthy for my vacation I would be happy; I forgot that that might mean I would get incredibly sick within hours of getting home, yikes!
The good news is that the baby is still in there, I heard his/her heartbeat today. It came with much relief as I felt really guilty after visiting Disneyland that I had decided to go on most of the rides. It was a tough decision, but in my opinion, if you are strong enough to come to earth despite a couple different prevention methods, you are strong enough to survive a few plunges on splash mountain. Turns out to be true. Phew. Lest you leave me comments that I am a lunatic for putting the fetus in harms way I have to note that at the time it was the size of a black bean, and I took lots of extra precautions, like bracing myself extra hard with my feet. To be honest the scariest thing was when I got in the flume for splash mountain and some ding dong had dumped out their french fries and chicken strips in there. Joy, a five minute ride smelling moldy, soggy french fries --- that is more dangerous to a pregnant woman than the ride itself ;)
The only ride that I kind of felt guilty about going on was Indiana Jones (Best. Ride. Ever.), but after I saw Indiana Jones in person I felt obligated (who knew Indiana Jones was so good looking in real life).
I did not go on California Screaming or Tower of Terror (thank goodness). I did go on my personal tower of terror, the Ferris wheel. What a scary ride. I think I must be the only one who thinks so. Or at least I was the only one screaming my head off for the duration of the twenty minute ride!
To answer the stroller question, I have a definite answer for you......DOUBLE JOGGER! That is totally what you should take! Is that what I took? No. Did I also forget the sunshade for my stroller? Yes. Was it miserable? Pretty much. Bentley couldn't recline and my makeshift sunshade (umbrella and duct tape) did more damage than good. So please, for the love, take your double jogger. Your kids will be able to sleep, they'll have a good spot for the parade and life will be happy and good.
So this is like the most boring post ever, but just wanted you to know I am hanging in there. Hanging onto the rim of a toilet seat, but hanging in there. This kid better be awesome.