I haven't ridden fair-rides in almost 10 years. The last time I can clearly remember riding one was the giant swings in 2002. I didn't ride anything else though. Just the swings. And the last time I can remember riding carnival rides before then was somewhere around 1996. So it's been a while.
Well, we all know how that turned out. (Cue tiny violins)
So we went back last night and rocked those rides. We were like little kids, going on everything. We went on the ferris wheel. We rocked the obstacle-course thing where you climb up ropes and slide down big slides. We went on the giant swings. We went on something called the Scrambler that made my head explode. We did it all. And then we staggered back to the car in the dark, looking quite drunk, and nearly passing out.
Good times were had by all.
And maybe next year we'll be closer to going on the kiddie rides with a little one. On that subject, I saw my OB this week, and he gave us the go-ahead to start trying again whenever we want. We're going to give it another month or so and start again around October. We might be pregnant by Christmas. I'm taking my basal body temperature, getting the ovulation predictor kits, starting my prenatals, going light on caffeine, and all of that good stuff so that when it takes we'll be all ready. Folic Acid is my friend. It's hard not to be scared, but I am taking comfort in the fact that I'm in a very different place than I was last year. I'm healthier and stronger, and I have my angels there to watch over us. Plus I have a nose piercing and purple hair. Miscarriages can't screw around with girls who have purple hair. It's a scientific fact.