Girls Camp

Ever since last December when I was called to be our ward's camp director, I have been dreading this week. I knew at the time I received the call that I would be very pregnant, but having just found out myself, I didn't want to tell the bishopric just yet. Well, girls camp is here, and some how after lots of stress, crying, my first anxiety attack, and more stress I have mostly made it through okay. When I talked to my doctor two weeks ago, I asked her if she thought I could go. She said it would probably be okay for me to go which was not what I wanted to hear. I told her that I was hoping she would tell me not to go, so she changed her story and said, "Okay, you can't go! Do you want me to write you a note?" She's so cute!

All the other YW leaders have been really understanding for the most part and I have been able to rely a lot on my wonderful assistant camp director. In the end I decided to go up just one or two days just for the afternoon. The girls left last Tuesday and will be back Friday afternoon. I went up yesterday and was planning on going up again this evening, but I don't think my body can handle another trip up there.

The girls were able to participate in lots of really fun activities yesterday. I would have loved to join them if I wasn't expecting. They did some cute crafts, went horseback riding (we found out the hard way that a couple of our girls are allergic to horses), did some archery, had fun with a climbing wall, and flew through the trees on a zip line (which actually broke after one of our girls used it--oops!). At the beginning of the day, the gentleman who drove me up with his grandaughter had a pretty bad accident. As we were walking down to the flag ceremony, he tripped on a tree root and landed ever so ungracefully on his face. He scratched up his arms and legs pretty bad, and had to get stitches by his mouth (the camp nurse stitched him up right there at camp on our table).

Anyway, we had a pretty good day; however, I don't think I can do it again. I was so nervous driving up and down the dirt road, the elevation and the sun made me very tired, and I think I overexerted myself just by walking around to the different activities. This morning I could hardly get out of bed or walk because my body was so sore. So I don't think I'll be going back up again tonight. I did my part planning for the past six months, so I think my assistant and the other leaders can handle the rest under the circumstances. I am soooo happy this major stressor in my life is over! I think Chris is happy too because that means I will stop crying! The only thing I have left to worry about is our cute little baby who will be coming pretty soon, and that's an exciting stress to worry about!