I didn’t intend today to be Baby Bug’s first beach day. I didn’t even know it was nice weather at the beach. It was sort of overcast, not your typical beach day. I just decided to take a walk and since I had strapped Baby Bug into the sling* instead of taking the stroller, I thought I’d trek down the hill to the sand, for exercise. But then when we got down to the sand, it was so beautiful I had to stay. I took Baby Bug out of the sling and let her lay on her blanket. She loves the beach! She nestled right down and took a little snooze. I think she remembered all the times I took her down there in the womb.

It just makes me so thankful that she’s here. I’ve dreamed of moments like this my entire life. She’s going to be my little beach girl.

*I know this sling is bad for my back. I have three slings and this is the only one Baby Bug seems to like. She screams when I put her in the other ones. She’s a very opinionated baby.

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All night long I lay awake worrying, “My blog readers are going to think I take Baby Bug to the beach all the time and I’m going to fry her baby skin and she’ll grow up to get skin cancer!” But of course when I woke up this morning, all I see are nice comments. Because my blog readers are nice blog readers (to a fault sometimes). So, I just wanted to add that I am concerned about Baby Bug’s fairness and I will be taking all precautions to prevent any sun damage to her pretty (although somewhat bumpy and spotty) skin.

To dispel the doom and gloom of yesterday, I decided to take the bug out for a walk. Getting out and about always cheers me up. The problem is, these days I start everything way too late. I didn’t get outside until about 5 pm and it was freezing cold!!!! Well, for Southern California it was cold. I’d say it was about 50 degrees farenheit, which to me is like 29 degrees below zero. Brrrrrrrrrrr!

I bundled Baby Bug up in long pants, a onsie with long fold-over sleeves, some socks that actually stay on (Trumpettes by the way, best baby socks ever! Thank you Kate.) a hat and a blanket! I bundled myself up in a thin sweatshirt and my old favorite red beanie. I’ve missed my old red beanie.

I didn’t wear it for my entire pregnancy because I thought it made my face look round and chubby. I do not like my round and chubby face. Never mind that it’s genetics and the sooner I embrace it the better. But now, post pregnancy, I’m a new woman! There’s nothing like being pregnant to make you feel incredibly skinny when it’s all over. I love stepping on the scale these days. No matter what I eat, I keep losing weight. Just like you all predicted, the pounds are falling off.

But I was talking about my walk in the arctic. It was freezing cold and I felt guilty for taking Baby Bug out in the ice cold breeze. But she seemed comfortable enough, all snuggled up in a sling and threatening to smother herself to death in my chest. She slept for the entire walk.

On our way back home, I crossed paths with a couple who also had a baby. The dad had a sling strapped to his chest just like mine. I couldn’t help myself, it was like we belonged to the same club or something. I stopped them and asked them how old their baby was. “Five weeks, going on six,” said the dad. Then the mom, with bags under her eyes and a big baggy un-tucked shirt said, “Isn’t it nice to get out and feel human again?”

It is. I agreed. It is.