Being pregnant during crabbing season SUCKS, and next time around I
will plan pregnancy out. I will not be pregnant during the months of June, July or August, or at least won't be in my third trimester.
This morning I sent my husband out crabbing with my grandfather. I kid you not, Jesse has never been trot-lining with me on the river since we have been together, that's 10 years. For those of you that don't know me very well, crabbing is my life during the summer. I take an entire week off each summer just to crab early in the morning, and I go to bed early on Friday and Saturday nights just so I can get up real early and head out on the boat to crab. This was Jesse's first adventure and he liked it. My grandfather is a waterman on the Severn River and has been for 30+ years! It's always an experience to go crabbing with him, listen to his directions, learn something new, and just have fun. There are good days, and bad days on the river and today Jesse was able to enjoy one of the good ones, I found myself super jealous.
Jealous over the fact that he got to set his alarm for 2:30 in the morning, that he got to have the butterflies in his stomach of waking up early...to me its like being a kid getting ready to go to Disney, can't sleep the night before, he got to pick out his crabbing attire which I always do the night before, he got to take the cooler of goodies I packed for him, he got to help my grandfather put everything on the truck from the garage, I always do this before even letting my grandfather know I am there, then he got to load the boat, he got to go down the river on the boat in while it was still pitch black out with the wind blowing and making his eyes water, he got to throw out the weights for the line, and watch that first crab get caught when the line was placed on the roller.

(that's me calling a crab last summer)
After hearing from Jesse at 5:40 a.m. and seeing photos of the 1/2 of bushel of crabs they already had caught, I knew they would enjoy their day. When I got up at 7, and texted him back, he said that he had just got to start dipping and just made his first trip down the line. My grandfather, must have been doing all the dipping the first couple of hours. I said to Jesse "fun, huh?", he wrote back "yeah, I could do this all day" and I realized that after 10 years I could finally say to him "TOLD YOU SO! Now you see why I love it so much"
They ended the day with 3 1/2 bushel! Jesse unbaited the line for my grandfather, and walked home excited that he got offered another trip on the boat. A few minutes ago my grandfather called me, he said that my husband was an outstanding helper today, and that made me feel good. I had given Jesse pointers all the way up to the time I closed my eyes last night, and then again this morning as he was walking out the door. The last thing I said to him was "Honey, make sure you dip away from the line so you don't get the line caught in the net" When my grandfather called he said "Jesse, didn't get the line caught in the net one time and that's because he listened." Yay! My hubby met my grandfather's expectations and that's tough.

(my trash the dress photo shoot last October wouldn't have been complete without this photo)
This blog wasn't easy for me to write. I actually experienced my 2nd pregnancy meltdown and cried at my desk for 20 minutes. Then when I got pissed off about another situation and I was able to focus on writing and not crying. Hormones.
(I got this blue crab tattoo on my ankle last March.)