The Circus

Oh what a day this turned out to be...we finally were able to take Sam to the circus, and I had to go into preterm labor. The circus itself was really good-from what I could enjoy with flashes of pain here and there. I haven't been to the circus in years. Kind of ironic that I ended up in the hospital shortly after, too. My dad tried for years to take me to the circus when I was growing up. Each time we would get tickets, I would end up getting sick, and not be able to go. Well, the morning of our trip to the circus with Sam, I woke up with some slight pains in my side. Nothing huge, nothing to make me think I shouldn't go. Guess the circus is just not good for me. I ended up going into preterm labor about three hours after we got home. All turned out well, but the circus maybe something for Daddy and his kiddos in the future. Sam and Mommy during intermission.
Sam with his pizza.
Sam still holding his pizza. He was in awe of the circus, but wouldn't let us take that piece of pizza from him.
Waiting for the show to start.