I Touched a Dinosaur's Butt (and I moon a new L&D ward)

First, I mentioned last time that there's not a whole lot of visibility on this trip. Here's the view out the back window:

 

That's cool, just look over your right shoulder to check your blindspot:

Hm. How about the left?

Anyway, I can't say something about touching a dinosaur's butt and then show you boring pictures of an overpacked car. We stopped at the Trail Through Time on the Utah/Colorado border, where there's an active archaeological digsite. They were working on getting out a 2m long femur, which they've been digging out for the last three years, and hope to have done some time next year. Here's a guy casually sitting on a piece of history (it's a little hard to tell in the picture, but that lump under him is the end of the femur):

We walked the lower part of the trail, and there's this one rock with a dinosaur's pelvis stuck in it. I gotta say, it really wasn't that much wider than my own...I don't think it goes with the femur they were digging up. I poked it.

Mom and I got to Camarillo safe and sound Saturday afternoon. Our first stop?

You better believe it. Also, we can count this as my 30 week belly shot.

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching Lost Boys, putting together one of the swings, and making sure it works. Zits has been testing out all of the babies' stuff.

We had a great dinner at El Tecolote (thanks for the recommendation, Chad!). I noticed while we were there that I was actually having really frequent contractions, so despite having no other labor symptoms I was talked in to a quick stop at the hospital. Well, that quick stop ended up being another overnight stay. Even though the doc suspected it was just dehydration, my generally irritable uterus (it's so ornery) made her uncomfortable. I was continuously on the fetal monitor for about 14 hours while I tried to convince her that irritable is normal for me. A lot of the staff at this hospital had trouble believing anything I said, actually...like the lab tech who was sure that I had no idea what I was talking about when I said my right arm is not good for drawing blood. And now I have an enormous bruise and a bunch of stick spots.

On the plus side, Keira turned over and we finally got to see her face, although the tech didn't give me a picture of it. She's beautiful. She looks like a little doll.

I'm really thankful to have had Adam and my mom there through this latest drama (although I wish they had both listened when I said they should go home and get some sleep). Hopefully this is the last real baby excitement for, oh, I dunno, 5-7 weeks.