Oct. 21, 2019

We thought it was going to be an ordinary jungle day. We were wrong.

(But really, does “ordinary” ever happen in the jungle?)

Dawn. Monsoon rains soaked the jungle canopy throughout the night. At sunrise I waddled (38 weeks pregnant) through the sticky/sweet humid air to the muddy car, prepared for a journey into Puerto Vallarta for a standard prenatal OB appointment with Dr. Laura Garcia. Walter (my Tarzan) carefully chauffeured us on the delightfully lush yet horrifically bumpy road to San Pancho. A 3-mile jungle road that ordinarily takes 15 minutes was a radically different for a pregnant passenger—nearly an hour of jostling as I cradled my beach ball belly and used my swollen feet to brace through the bumps and cobblestones. Pregnant in the jungle…what have I gotten myself into? Am I completely crazy? This is certainly not the first time I’ve wondered about sanity and Wildpreneur lifestyle! Trust the flow, I reassured myself, as I’ve done countless times before.