My mother and I got back from a seven day cruise yesterday morning. It was a lovely little trip down Baja California. Here are some very non-polished pics for your enjoyment.
It was stunningly beautiful. We saw some really cool fish, my mother, the aquatic biologist, named every single one of them.
Let's see...some cruise highlights.
1. There was the issue of my being (eleven days) too pregnant to sail, a problem we didn't discover (in typical Ramsay style) till the day before we left. So I spent the whole cruise lying about how pregnant I was for fear that it would somehow get back to the Cruise Police who would put me ashore and leave me and my pregnant belly in Mexico. I suppose I paid for my lies with all the wow-you're-big comments I had to endure because of them. Someone had the nerve to ask: "You sure there aren't two in there?"
Who asks that?
2. Melon sorbet in Puerta Vallarta. It was so delicious.
3. The food poisoning I got from the melon sorbet in Puerta Vallarta that had me throwing up for 24 hours. Dr. Mom was essential in this frustrated time. She happily assured me that the baby was blissfully ignorant of my hurling. And she made it so I didn't have to go to the infirmary and get subsequently referred to the Cruise Police.
4. Looking for some Mexican pottery to replenish my mother's collection and after we spent 45 minutes picking out our favorites, we finally asked about prices and the man in this not-even-center-of-tourist-town, everybody-practically-has-the-same-thing-anyway flea market quoted us 38$/bowl. He said he would give us a twenty percent discount, but we were pretty sure that wouldn't quite bring the merchandise into our 8$/bowl price range...We told the vendor what we'd be willing to pay.
We stood up and walked away.
5. The name of our taxi/glass bottom boat in Cabo: "Sex Machine 2."
6. The ladies we ate dinner with every night:
Two quilters: Shirley and Diane. They were both born and raised in Eugene, Oregon. Shirley (left) was planning on dying in Eugene until she bought a house which she later found out was technically in Springfield, Oregon. She sighs: "Now I'll probably die in Springfield."
But if I am completely honest. The cruise looked mostly like this:
Yes. Reading reading reading for my comprehensive exams next month while my mother worked on her book.
It was a super grand time. And now I'm back to a crazy week of school before Jacob and I head to DC on Thursday. Six months pregnant and I'm taking a red eye. Probably not the best decision I've ever made. Any tips for the pregnant woman on the plane are super welcome!