Peaches, peaches everywhere!

One of our favorite things about Oregon is the pick-your-own fruit farms. Every summer we spend hours at different farms picking strawberries, raspberries, marionberries, blueberries, peaches, pears, and apples. There is something about picking your own fruit that makes it taste better. Bridger has a hard time not eating while we pick. For the first five minutes, I pick as fast as I possibly can and I just barely stay ahead of him. Luckily, the farms don't mind kids eating while they pick. I have seen many kids walk out with red-stained faces! They couldn't hide their guilt if they wanted to.
    This year, even though I was 32 weeks pregnant, I decided to bottle peaches. So Derek, Bridger, and I headed to the farm. We only picked for about 15 minutes, but it was so quick and easy that we got more than we bargained for. We thought we had 50-60 lbs, which seemed like more than enough. When they weighed them, we had picked 110 lbs!! Yikes!
    So I spent EVERY available minute for the next week canning peaches. Where is your family when you need them? I tried to vary what I did because we are going to be eating peaches every meal for the next 5 years. I made several kinds of peach jam, peach-vanilla syrup, frozen peaches, etc. What a nightmare!
    By the end of it, I needed help. Derek now knows all there is to canning peaches! He was a good sport and spent many hours late into the night helping me.
    Peaches anyone?

Who would have thought that being obedient about food storage could put you in the hospital? I sure didn't.

The day we picked peaches, I had called the doctor with some complaints about a possible bladder infection and cramping. Turns out I didn't have a bladder infection; it was the baby's head. The baby had dropped. I was up on my feet so much with the peaches that the cramping turned into major contractions. The doctor decided I should go in for a visit. What I thought would be a quick appointment turned into an all-day stay at the hospital. I had to be monitored to make sure I wasn't in labor. I am now on bed rest to make sure the baby is not born for at least another 2-3 weeks.

Good news, my doctor (who is a stake president) said I could pay him in peaches!