Before the baby came we wanted to do something really fun with Weston before his little world got rocked. We headed to Gilroy Gardens {an awesome amusement park for young kids} 2 days before I gave birth. I'm not sure if we really thought this through because I was a site to see. Seriously, I think I gave some people heart attacks because I was one large prego lady sitting on rides. I think at one point I pretended one of the seat belts fit me and I slightly hid it with my hand so I didn't get kicked off. Cameron thought it was really funny to take pictures of me {front and back view} for my viewing pleasure when I downloaded. Let's just say viewing those made me come to the conclusion that prego mamas should just stay in their houses the week before they deliver because it's just not a good situation. We had such a fun time though and Weston was in heaven. Of course we got suckered into season passes so we'll be back.
Weston's favorite part was probably the giant playground with the slides. So typical... you end up at an amusement park and spend 30 minutes at a playground. But he loved it and he loved going down the slide with Cameron over and over again.

Here's where it gets comical... Cameron somehow convinced me that Weston would only ride on the paddle boats with me. He might have forgotten I was giving birth in two days but I didn't want to let Weston down. Next thing you know I'm leaping into a giant yellow duck while holding Weston's hand. We definitely did not think this through. What if my duck sank?


Well, I did not sink but take note how lopsided the duck is. How embarrassing. Meanwhile Cameron is relaxing out on the dock emailing and taking pictures while I'm out in the middle of a lake literally sweating to death. Weston, on the other hand, was loving every second. He especially loved reversing the duck after I would try so hard to get it to go forward towards the dock.


I'm not reclining out of relaxation... it's the only position my pregnant body could be in while paddling the giant duck. Paddle boats are equivalent to stair steppers and marathons and I cursed the wind overtime it blew me in the opposite direction. You'll never see me in a paddle boat again. EVER.


































