Test Results and Camping

Not much has happened in the last week or so, which is why I haven't updated.
Plus, we went camping last weekend.
I hate camping.
Mostly, I hate tents, sleeping bags, and sleeping pads.
The rest of camping I'm more or less okay with, but I'm claustrophobic as hell, and allergic to more stuff than I want to spend time listing here. A safe assumption is that if it's in nature and something that you're likely to encounter while camping in the mid-western United States, I'm allergic to it.
You could very well be wondering what the hell this has to do with the pregnancy.
I'm getting there.
Anyhow, my other issue with camping is ethnic. While I'm certain there are exceptions to this rule, for the most part, Jews don't camp unless we're in the Holy Land. In fact, Israel pretty much has all the Jews that camp.
I've been there.
I've camped there. It was twenty four years ago, and I couldn't tell you if I enjoyed it then or not, but I did it.
Kate grew up camping. She loves camping, it's one of her favorite things to do. When she was a kid and her family would go on multi-day car trips in order to visit family on the east coast they'd camp their way out there rather than stay in hotels. So camping has all of these great childhood associations for her.
She also loves hiking, by the way, which is an activity that I see absolutely no point to whatsoever, but we've reached a good compromise on that.
Anyhow, Kate loves camping and was very clear when we started dating that getting into a long term relationship with someone that doesn't camp was not going to happen. The best that I was able to promise at the time was that I'd try it, and I have. A lot.
The first time we camped we had to bail one day into a planned three day trip because her tent was a two person tent. For my fellow Jews reading this, if a tent says it's a two person tent, it's lying. It's big enough for one normal adult. If it says three person, it's big enough for two normal adults, ect... This is not my rule, by the way. The guy at Erehwon Mountain Outfitters told us. That's where we went when we bailed on that first camping trip. We drove right to Erehwon and bought a fairly high end three person tent. It was our first big joint-purchase, and I'm pretty certain that my willingness to split the cost of a five hundred dollar tent with her is what sold her on the notion that I was at least willing to give this camping stuff a shot. Also, I can be in it and lie down and not be in contact with any of the walls.
We've had that tent for fifteen years now, and I tried camping enough to be completely confident in saying that I hate it. It's just not a good activity for a claustrophobe. First off, even a big tent (as tents go) is pretty small. Then there's the sleeping bag. Not good, don't put the claustrphobe in a sack. Finally there's the pad. I have a good Thermarest pad, but it's only like eighteen inches wide; I gather there are wider ones available now, but that was it when I bought this thing. At the time, I guess only skinny people camped. Anyhow, when I'm trying to sleep on this thing, which is way narrower than I am, I have this subconscious notion that I'm going to fall off of the pad all the time (not that that would be bad, it'd be a 3/4 inch fall), and the so I end up crawling out of the tent at dawn feeling like my hips, shoulders, and back have all been locked in place for the last several hours. Which they have.
In the end, I go camping with Kate once in a while, and otherwise she goes by herself quite a bit, with Spenser the Wonder Dog. This time we went with friends, which is great, except that I still don't like camping.
Kate is really looking forward to taking our child camping. She is absolutely convinced that the child will love camping as much as she does, or that we can impart a love of camping (or, at least she can). I have been trying to figure out how to explain to her that the child will be half Jewish, and is thus, fifty percent likely to only go camping in the Holy Land.
We are not even close to resolving the religion thing, by the way. Don't ask. Or do, but I'm not going to answer. I don't have an answer.
Whether or not EM will enjoy camping is actually a bigger question then the religion one. I'm actually hoping that the kid does. I'd like Kate to be able to camp with the kid as long as I don't have to go.
When we got back from camping there was an envelope from the health care provider. All the tests that they did with her blood came back and told us that we're at low risk of those chromosomal anomalies that are incompatible with life.
So far, so good.