Camping

 Charlie's dad took his camper up Northfork the week of the 4th. Charlie took Sam up there for a couple days. When we told Sam he was going camping, he started bouncing off the walls he was so excited. Charlie was trying to pack some stuff up to take and Sam was just running around and pushing us and just being crazy. We finally had to send him to his room so Charlie could finish packing lol. They had a pretty good time.

 The original plan was to have Sam come home early and Charlie would stay up for a couple more days. Charlie's mom brought Sam home, but the rest didn't go according to plan. I woke up the next morning around 4 am with painful contractions about 5 minutes apart. I was really debating what to do. I didn't want to ruin Charlie's fishing trip (he's really been looking forward to a fishing marathon) and something similar happened when I was pregnant with Sam (Charlie was supposed to go up fishing but I started having contractions and had to call him back), which turned out to be false labor. My grandpa and cousin came over and gave me a blessing (My dad was in Cody), and the contractions subsided somewhat, enough for me to go back to sleep for a while. But apparently I was still having contractions in my sleep. I woke up to more contractions, and decided I should probably head to the hospital. We had my dad head up the north fork to look for Charlie (no cell service) since he was already in Cody, then we headed to the hospital. We got there around 10 and they admitted me. Sure enough, I was having some pretty good contractions. They put me on the monitors, informed me that this late in the pregnancy they wouldn't do anything to stop labor, then just waited around for something to happen. Nothing did. I was having consistent contractions the whole time, and painful, they just weren't enough to get anything going. The nurse told me I could wait it out there, or I could go home and come back if things started progressing. Every time I would decide to go home, the contractions would get a lot more intense, and I would change my mind. Then they would monitor me for another half hour or so, the contractions toned down, and I would get ready to leave. I think this happened 3 or 4 times. My dad was able to find Charlie, and they got to the hospital just in time for me to leave. The nurse told me either everything would stop, or I would keep progressing until I went into full-blown labor. I really don't believe her anymore. Every morning starts out with about 4 hours of consistent, painful contractions, just not strong enough to warrant going back to the doctor. Grrrrrr.

Since Charlie and Sam were gone for the 4th of July, I had a pretty uneventful day. I went to the Mayes breakfast as usual, then pretty much just relaxed the rest of the day until a barbecue that night. When Sam got home, he wanted to light some fireworks, but it was already past the 4th, and everywhere was closed. Charlie was able to find some Snaps at the store, and I guess that satisfied Sam enough.

Charlie wanted to take a picture of the petrified wood they found. Sam was able to find some pieces as well. He was pretty proud of them. Charlie hurt his back while we were moving, and he's been in quite a bit of pain. Then one day, he was able to pop his back, and it popped things back into place, and he wasn't in pain anymore. He was even able to carry that big piece of petrified wood across the river with no back pain. Then, his first day back to work after camping, he bent down to pick up a paper off the floor and wrenched his back out of place again. Go figure! :)