Never have I been so convinced that driving two hours on a weekend for a little getaway is a GREAT idea. In my mind, I think of vacations and picture getting on a plane and flying to somewhere  new and exotic. All of our dreams of going on one of those vacations for a baby moon went up in smoke when we looked at our vacation schedules, and when we would be able to go- it would have been well into my third trimester. Sadly, only one of us would have been allowed on the plane. (...and it probably wouldn't have been the safest decision either)

But, we still wanted to do something. So, a few weekends ago we celebrated my birthday and our baby and headed to the west side of Michigan. If you've never visited any of the towns that line Lake Michigan, you should put it on your agenda for next summer- there's little that beats them. We booked a hotel room on the water, loaded up the boat, Maizy and a hospital bag (just in case) and had ourselves a little baby moon.

We didn't do anything crazy, and that's what made it perfect. We ate a lot of ice cream, cruised around on the water, went fishing, took Maizy on some walks through running trails, had fun looking at all of the beautiful homes along the lake, explored little shops and and spoiled ourselves with some delicious food. No agenda, except to relax and spend time together.

And that's just what we did.

Here's the obligatory picture the growing bump. 35 weeks and plenty large. (I still get taken back looking at this picture, holy moly that's a bump!)

We came back home feeling ridiculously rested up. Just what we both needed. I can hardly wait for our next little getaway! Hard to believe the next time there will be a wee one in tow.

Dear August,

This week last year, I was gallivanting around Ireland on one of the best trips of a lifetime! I spent my birthday on a yacht off of the coast of Barcelona and sipped incredible wine with tapas.  Last year, you led us into a gorgeous Fall of football season and five friends having babies within one month. This year, we celebrated my birthday in a beachtown in Michigan, and we are anticipating our life to be changed completely in a few short weeks. Wow, how just one year changes is flying by far too quickly.

Dear Husband,

Every night, you rub my feet so that I can fall asleep, and you don't complain when I get out of bed fives time throughout the night to use the bathroom. Thanks for serving me and baby well, I know it can't be too enjoyable to watch your baby momma run into things, spill things constantly and not use proper English due to pregnancy brain. (Well, I take that do find a lot of this quite humorous.)

Dear Nail Salon,

I think you are figuring out that I only go to you to get a body and foot massage while sitting in the massage chair for a pedicure. Thank you for letting me tip you five extra dollars for 2 extra minutes of foot massaging. Pretty toes are just a bonus at this point. I'm not ashamed.

Dear Baby Showers,

Although I still feel awkward about the whole idea of people throwing showers for us, I must say this summer has been full of feeling incredibly loved and encouraged through your tradition. We were able to see so many friends and family members, it was like Christmas in June, July and August!

Dear Watermelon,

You're still my favorite. I'll never leave you.
For ever and ever and ever,

Love, Meredith

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