But seriously, what I miss most about not being pregnant (apart from wine, champagne, salami, and obviously shark fins), is the Alpine hiking. I didn't realize how much Dan and I hiked until this hiking season opened up and I have had to face the fact that I do not have the cardio endurance to be up traversing those trails; normally, we probably averaged a good hike every other weekend but this year it is exhausting for me to even climb stairs--probably because I haven't been eating shark fins, which give you zoomy energy and you can't stop moving, or else--so we've been chill and have instead been using our weekends to get ready for Little Baby.
However, last month on our long-weekend Monday I needed to go into the mountains. It was a craving as desperate as chocolate. What we ended up doing was taking a mountain train up to Rigi and riding that train all the way to the very top of the mountain, then following the flat trails around the mountain until we reached the second mountain train that takes you down the mountain to the lake of Lucerne. Normally what most people do when they hike Rigi is take the mountain train to a mid-point station and hike up and onwards from there, but if you take the train all the way up you are basically left with glorified walking trails to traverse, which is just my style at the moment.
It was a totally rejuvenating day, and here's my poll: assuming Little Baby comes early/right on time (September 10th due date) is a baby that's only three weeks old too little to go on Alpine adventures? Because it would be awesome to take LB into the mountains before the trails close up for the season.