Bowling Fun

Saturday we decided we needed a family activity away from the house. I didn't really care what we did as long as it was cheap or free and away.

Jason started looking at local bowling alleys and found one about a half hour away that had a coupon for free shoes and games for families who had never been there before. We had another place we wanted to visit near there anyway, so we decided to make the drive.

The nicest thing about it was that we could program for the bumpers to come up only for the boys. This made it a lot easier for them to bowl. They had a blast and they are still talking about it. This morning they each got one of their socks, rolled it into a ball, and threw them at imaginary pins in the corner. Peyton kept getting "high spares".

I wasn't sure if I should bowl or not, but Jason encouraged me to try. I found a ten pound ball and gave it a whirl, well probably more like a clunk. I ended up with a 109 (the winning score, by the way), but I payed the price that night and the next day. I was so sore I felt like I could hardly walk.

This provoked the thought, "If I am this sore after bowling one game, how will I be in shape enough to push out an eight pound baby?" This was obviously not a comforting thought to me and one that still haunts me. I wish I could exercise, but this is a no-no for me, so I'll have to hope the thought of getting his head out is enough motivation once again.

That is the one main thing I remember about Peyton's birth. Since I didn't have any pain medication (not by choice) and I wanted it to be over as soon as possible, I kept asking, "Is the head almost out? Is the head almost out?" I suppose they had experienced worse from the mouth of many a pain panicked woman, but I'm also sure it was probably a lot like hearing, "Are we there yet?" for the umpteenth time.

I made sure Jason took a couple shots of me with my two bowling balls - I'll try to post them later!