Boca Raton

Trenton and I had the most wonderful weekend in Boca Raton, Florida. It was a sort of second honeymoon. Being by the beach brought back all the memories of our first honeymoon in Mexico-although this time I was relaxed because we know each other more and all the nerves associated with being a newlywed weren't plaguing us anymore. This vacation was a satisfying reward for Trenton's hard work, and recharged the batteries we are going to need to get through whatever is around the corner. One of my biggest regrets from our honeymoon is that I didn't take enough pictures so I was careful to not make that mistake again. Go ahead and grab yourself a snack, sit back, and relax...it's a long post.

Before we left, Trenton set the romantic mood by bringing me (and Emma) breakfast in bed. We went for a drive through Garden of the Gods and Manitou before saying goodbye to Emma for five whole days! Trenton's mom watched her and Emma had such a good time that she wasn't ready to go home when we picked her up last night. Thank you so much Laurie for everything you do for us!

We stayed at the Boca Raton Resort. It was as beautiful and palacious as the Broadmoor with the added perk of being ocean side. I couldn't get over how many palm trees, tropical plants and flowers were surrounding us. The only downside was that I walked straight into a spider web. For those of you that know me-this was my biggest fear realized.

It was so fun having the opportunity to hang out with our friends. Melissa and I experienced the most amazing manicure/pedicure at the Boca Raton Spa/Salon. I couldn't help but notice how some of the rich women in the salon were acting though. One talked on her cell phone the entire time and rushed through the whole manicure without one deep breath or sip of her iced lemon water. I hope I'm never so rich and pampered as to be desensitized to something has wonderful as that spa treatment was. Everything smelled so heavenly and my hands and feet are like butter...very expensive, tropical smelling butter.

Ask any pregnant woman what they think about most, beyond the health and development of their embryo, and I bet most would say, "Food". My favorite aspect of this trip was the five-star, truly gourmet meals. They offered every luscious salad you could imagine-asparagus, panzanella, caprese. Exotic fruits and cheeses, pasta, and the most fresh sushi I've ever had. They even provided a never ending supply of the sweetest, most refreshing key lime-ade in the lobby. Key lime was the hotel's signature flavor. It was in the desserts, the cookies left on the pillows at night, and in this tropical drink. I died and went to pregnant heaven!
Is there anything better than feeling the salty ocean water bubble up under your toes as you walk along the beach? Maybe the warmth of the sun, or the sound of sand as it's being shoveled by giggling toddlers, building their castles.


For anyone who hasn't checked the blog or talked to me recently...just thought I'd catch you up! I am 7 weeks pregnant. The baby is about the size of a blueberry.


Until Next Time,
Love,
Janet, Trenton, Emma, Gary, and Baby Blueberry

It Could Always Be Worse!

I should have known when I had that all too familiar dizziness each time I stood. "Maybe I'm just hungry", I thought. I should have recognized it when I had that icky feeling like I had just eaten under-cooked eggs that were a bit off. My body was giving me clues-like losing weight even though I was eating more, or the horrible headaches, bursting into tears for no good reason, nearly gagging at the sight of a mushroom, and just not feeling right. I figured it was a flu...but it was no flu at all. The pink lines have spoken. I am going to have a baby!

Whenever I start to panic about having to experience the agony of childbirth again, I try to remind myself that it could always be worse...Yikes!