So, it turns out that outside ward activities in August in North Carolina are maybe not the best place to be when you're almost 38 weeks pregnant, trying to avoid going into labor, and have a 19-mo-old who loves to play with balls, climb on the jungle gym, and in general wander around everywhere asking, "Where's da-do? Where's da-do?" which means, Where's daddy? I'm all about supporting ward activities, having previously been a Ward Activity Chair, but the next time I'm dilated 3cm, 75% effaced, and the baby has dropped to a -1, I think I'll just let the boys go without me. I'll enjoy my lemonade much more from the air-conditioned inside.