Lake Livingston is an hour north. Not a long drive. But we stopped at two gas stations per "potty request" by Zach. The second we arrived at the campsite, he jumped from the car and ran to a tree. Not so much because he "had to go", I think it had more to do with the novelty of peeing on a tree!They called these their "relaxin' chairs"But we put them to work. Lily swept the tent site. Zach stacked firewood.
Lake Livingston was beautiful. Camping is not generally at the top of the "must do" list for a girl going into her third trimester. Really though, it was all lots of fun until nightfall. There is absolutely nothing bony about the current state of my body, but let me tell you... sleeping on your side, on the ground, with extra weight, will make even 'cushioned' hips sore!
Also, we were the only campers in the entire state park. Yeah. It was pretty sweet, we camped on a Thursday night. And I was thankful no one could hear my kids at bedtime, because they were yelling and wrestling and having a good 'ole time in the tent. The seclusion was nice at first, but I didn't really think about my frequent nighttime bathroom breaks (I swear, for me, add one for each trimester!). Since we had the whole state park to ourselves, we opted for a lakefront campsite...which was amazing...which also meant that the bathrooms were a short hike through the woods. And even though I tease my husband MERCILESSLY for watching shows about Sasquatch and the Loch Ness monster...running into such a thing at 2am in deserted state park woods suddenly seemed very likely. The kids were slightly obsessed with the sporks, thought they were the greatest invention EVER. They said the name 'spork' over and over, and were sorely disappointed when we disposed of them.
Until next time!