Do Not Rollerblade 4 Weeks Before Your Due Date

Since we got our wonderful new car we realized that we can fit Jeff's bike in the back even without folding down the seats. That got us really excited, as we used to go on our bike-rollerblade-stroller rides when we lived in Claremont (now our neighborhood is not at all attractive and with the many cars out on the road is not very safe for such activities). So in our excitment we decided to go on such ride on Saturday and stroll along the beach. We parked a few blocks away from Santa Monica Pier. I put on my rollerblades, put Andre in the stroller and Jeff got on his bike - we were on our way. It was so much fun. We went down to the biking lane along the beach and went for about 2-2.5 mi to Venice Beach. I was feeling well, and nothing hurt (yet). We turned around and went almost all the way back, but decided to stop at the kiddie playground, so Andre could run around for a little bit. I sat down while Jeff watched and played with the boy. We were there for 20 minutes or so, but as soon as we decided to leave, I went to get up - and oh no - the pain was excruciating! My ligaments, already loosened up by pregnancy hormones, were made worse by the rollerblading! We slowly made our way to the pier, upon which I took off my rollerblades and got on Jeff's bike while Jeff pushed Andre. When we got home, I could not move my legs for a few hours, it was horrible. Luckily, the pain slowly went away. The moral of the story is - do not rollerblade 5 miles within 4 weeks of your due date! :)
We did have an anjoyable time though, if I were to go back, I would do it again, but just cut down 5 miles to maybe 1 :)

Daddy, can you push me?

My two guys

On a fun note - at the park we bumped into none other than Billy Boyd - Pippen from The Lord of the Rings. He was there with his girlfriend and son Jack, who is 2 months older than Andre. I got to actually talk to both of them about... kids. We talked like any other parents in the park. I figured that he probably didn't need anyone oohing and aahhing about his celebrity status. So we just acted like he was just another parent in the park. Though I admit, I was a little starstruck.