Thursday I called my midwives office. Again. These people are going to get so tired of me. I can’t help it if I want ALL THE DRUGS THEY CAN PROVIDE and continually need refills. The nurse was out of the office so I left a message asking them nicely to please call my local Walmart at their earliest convenience and hook me up with the good stuff. (The dissolving tablets! Not the ones that require water!) I am terrible at leaving messages. I hate it. I don’t particularly enjoy making phone calls either so it’s a lose-lose situation. (Side story- our Sunday School class had to call people who had visited our church within the last year and I was so petrified of a. someone actually answering the phone and b. being forced to leave a message that I procrastinated for three weeks and only allowed myself to take my anti nausea medication after I called someone. All this to say that I really need to pull myself together and start acting like a grown up.) Anyhow. The nurse’s answering machine beeped and I said, “Hello, this is Sarah MAIDEN NAME.” And then I paused for about 12 seconds while I tried to figure out if I really just said that. Then, of course, I started giggling uncontrollably. So I had to backtrack and say, “I don’t know why I said that name. *giggle giggle* That’s my maiden name and my current last name is _________. *giggle giggle* I’ve been married for almost three years and….never mind. I was wondering if you could call in a refill for me. *giggle giggle* “

As if they’d give me more drugs when I couldn’t even remember my last name. 

I had an exciting Columbus Day weekend planned for us- we were to go camping in a cute little cabin a few hours away. I talked about it for weeks and was thrilled about the whole thing. And then the government shut down and I received and email saying, “We regret to inform you that we receive government funds and we will be closed for the unforeseen future.” If the government only knew how much time I had dedicated to planning the menu and envisioning midnight walks under the stars, they never would have DARED to close. Yes, I am still bitter about the whole thing in case that’s not glaringly obvious.


Instead of frolicking through the woods, we went pumpkin patching. I heard about a farm that sounded wonderful, so we drove 57 hours only to discover that it was the same farm Jenn and I went to last year. Unlike Columbus, I am not talented at finding new locations. 


Look at the size of the girl below in comparison to the size of the pig. He could eat her for a snack. 

My great goal in life is to own two donkeys and name them Stella and Gus. What can I say? I have lofty goals.

We played a round of golf right next to the cow pen. I feel Tiger Woods has done the same thing many a time. I’d release the score but it would show that I lost by 12 points.