Saturday, Mr. Woods and I took a break from all things responsible and went to the beach.
The beach on base is less than 15 minutes from our front door.
And it’s wicked clean.
And wicked quiet.
So quiet, that I thought it was a good idea to squeeze my 21-week pregnant self into a bikini from my Freshman year of college.
I’m still unsure whether I should be bragging or embarrassed.
Now, for pure entertainment, here is a picture from our trip to St. Maarten, post deployment.
2 moths before I got pregnant.
I think I still have two abs left right now, and I am milking them for all they are worth.
Our 4 hour beach trip obviously included food and bev.
Greek pasta salad, Perrier for me, and Mr. Woods prepared a few martinis in a water bottle.
Mr. Woods may or may not have bought me a trashy celeb-toid magazine for the outing.
We may or may not have looked at it together, each with 1-3 comments for each page.
I LOVE THIS MAN!!!!
We’re going to be classy parents, huh?
This mini nap followed the martinis, but not before Mr. Woods dug my baby bump a hole it the sand so I could comfortably lay on my stomach.
I’m thinking about asking him to do the same to our mattress.