Gettysburg.

This past weekend we ran away to Gettysburg, PA as a part "babymoon" part birthday gift for Tim's 26th. It also worked out that it came right at the end of Tim's college finals and his last day of work with Chik-Fil-A (a good thing!) So there was lots to celebrate.

We've been looking forward to this trip for months, especially Tim who is a Civil War enthusiast. Our plan was to leave as soon as possible on Friday morning so we could get there early enough to get some sight-seeing in. Well.... that didn't work out quite as planned. Here's a rundown of our trip - in the shortest form I can manage:

Friday:

As much as I hated to delay our departure, I had noticed "decreased fetal activity" over the past 24 hours and didn't want to spend the whole car ride to PA worrying so I went in for a non-stress test. Of course as soon as I got there (and I mean, I literally sat down in the waiting room) Jack start wiggling and moving like normal, and then really moving during the test. Such a little fart - but totally in line with his little personality, as we both agreed. Anyways, after all that it was about two hours past our planned departure time so we didn't end up arriving in Gettysburg until around dinner time. It worked out ok in the end though because the weather was nice and after getting some food we walked around the square and took it easy. Tim even bought himself a cigar and puffed on that for a little bit (but saved half for the following day).

Saturday:

Thank the Lord for answering my prayers for good weather! While Cleveland endured a pretty horrible storm Friday night we had beautiful sunshiney weather the whole time we were in Gettysburg (even if it was blustery and cold). After breakfast we went on our battlefield tour with a guide who drove my car around telling us all about ... well, the battle of Gettysburg. He was a very nice older man who was intent on smoothing down his perfectly quaffed hair throughout the day (as the wind upset it so often). I liked watching him take such care to make sure it was "just so." Then we did the Visitor's Center and Museum and Tim got to see

the stretcher that was used to carry his great great cousin (?), Stonewall Jackson, off the battlefield. We did a little more shopping, Tim finished up his $5 cigar in the garden at the B&B and then we had a lovely dinner where Tim had "the best meal of his life." I was just thankful to order something other than a grilled chicken sandwich with tomato, lettuce, and mayo which seemed to be on every single menu in town (thankfully, of course... but it gets old after a while).

Sunday:

At breakfast, we finally got to sit with one of the British couples staying at the Inn. Naturally, I made it my mission to have a conversation with someone from "home." The rest of our time in Gettysburg was spent seeing one last museum (side note: there was a young boy on the tour with us who stared at my pregnant belly, and me, the whole time with this look that left me feeling very uneasy well after the tour ended), drove around madly trying to get last-minute pictures with all the landmarks and picking up a few more souvenirs including an awesome little... figurine (for lack of a better word) for Jack's room. Then it was time to say bye-bye to our little getaway and head back home for the busy month ahead!