What Happens in Vegas….
Milton are are taking full advantage of ‘babymoons’ over the next couple of months before our freedom to get up and go disappears. This past weekend we headed to Las Vegas (or as the they call it Lost Wages).
Usually it doesn’t take me long to pack, but packing was no longer fun or exciting. Everything I wanted to take on the trip didn’t fit. How do I know it didn’t fit? I tried on each article of clothing. One after another I’d put it on, look in the mirror and hang it back up. An hour later I finally found a couple of items that would do and boy was I tired from the process.
The trip started bright and early the next morning with a four hour flight. I assumed flying would go well as usual. The takeoff was fine, but once we were in the air and hit some turbulence, the drama started. I started to feel light headed. Then I started to feel nauseated. Then I really felt nauseated. I reached and looked for the puke bag. There it was. I held it close. I started to sweat. I opened the bag. I closed my eyes. I brought the bag closer to my mouth and just knew a spew was on it’s way out. Milton was worried hoping I would be okay. Right when I felt it at the top of my chest, it changed it’s mind and the most refreshing belch came out. It was the sound and feeling of freedom. Free at last!
Vegas was still Vegas. Bright lights, people everywhere. Casinos and hotels everywhere. It was Milton’s first time there so we rented a car and went in and out of as many hotels as possible. Either I’m old, pregnant or both because my feet became SO tired that by the end of the day my toes were no longer speaking to me, especially on the days we got dressed up to eat at nice restaurants.
But it was all worth it for the great food and shows we attended. Of all that we did, though, our highlight of the trip happened in the car. We were headed to a show at the Bellagio, I was sitting in the passenger’s seat and felt a baby kick in my stomach. The top right hand side. I asked Milton for his hand and put it on the spot. Kick. It happened again and this time MIlton felt it. We were both smiling real big while still looking at my stomach and then kick – you could see the kick through my dress. It’s a moment we’ll never forget!
Our trip to Vegas was a success. We spent $3 at the casino and unfortunately lost it all. However, we came back from Vegas in style – both married and pregnant!
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