We continued our annual pumpkin pickin' tradition on Sunday after church, and this year was a little different than the years before.Trent came with us this go 'round, the pumpkins were all huge, and it was over eighty degrees at the end of October. Whew! That last part may not sound like a big deal to you, but for a pregnant girl who opted to skip lunch until after the outing, it was, indeed, a big deal. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and although Teesh didn't have to actually push me in the wheelbarrow with our pumpkins back to our car, I did have to sit down a few times to keep from falling over. Silly, Anna, when are you going to finally admit that pregnancy does actually change what you do + the way you do them? If our son is as stubborn as his mommy is, we're going to have our hands full.
My baby daddy insisted that we stop and eat at Coach House so I could fill my belly with some good, southern home cookin', and that certainly helped restore some strength. That's Teesh for you, folks, always running to my rescue. Despite the hunger + the heat, we still had a great time keeping tradition alive, and we can't wait for our little pumpkin to pose with all the other pumpkins in the patch this time next year!