The Reunion (Saturday, October 26, 2013)…
I’m not going to lie, I’ve been dreading this past weekend for a while now, because this weekend was my 10-Year High School Reunion. So, why was a I dreading it (if it’s not obvious)?
- The superficial conversations.
- The judging.
- My insecurities.
- My pregnancy secret.
- The fact that my pregnancy secret would prevent me from tipping back enough drinks to forget about my insecurities.
HOWEVER, to my surprise, I actually had a great time. The superficial conversations were at a total minimum and I was able to catch up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a heck of a long time. In fact, I ran into one friend who I literally hadn’t seen since high school and it was SO nice catching up. She actually lives by me… very exciting news!
As for the dreaded judging, there was definitely still judging, but I was too excited to catch up with old friends to notice too much of it. And my insecurities… these actually almost got the best of me thanks to my husband. Sometimes men are just so dumb. In his attempt to “help me,” he informed me that he didn’t like my eye makeup. I spent about 10 minutes trying to fix it, while holding back tears. But, I toughed it out, my husband apologized for being a dick and we had a great time!
Regarding the whole no one knows I’m pregnant thing, my secret turned out to be pretty easy to keep. I strategically went to the bar when no one was around and ordered a club soda with lemon. Being that my normal drink is a vodka soda water with lemon, it was an easy fool. Plus, the reality is, no one cared enough to play detective… and thankfully, I left before any shots were taken!
So, all-in-all, it was a pretty fun night! Also, a learning opportunity for me. Who knew I didn’t need a drink to kill the nerves?
This is what happens when I ask my husband to take a photo…
For your enjoyment, my senior quote: “We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” I had it listed as “anonymous”… turns out those are the wise words of Tim McGraw.
The Birthday Celebration
Sweet Carolyn Making a Wish!
Yesterday was a great day celebrating a really great friend. We were off to a little bit of a rocky start due to some friction between our friends fiance and us girls, but thankfully, it didn’t cloud our day! We picked the thirty, flirty and thriving Carolyn up at around 10:15 am for a delicious brunch at the River Club. After we were thoroughly stuffed, we took the birthday girl to Neroli for a prenatal massage (our sweet Carolyn is 15 weeks into her pregnancy with her first little nugget). When Carrie was done with the rub down, we were all waiting for her with the sweetest little ducky onesie you’ve ever seen.
THE cutest little onesie gowns!
Then, it was time for a mani / pedi and some coffee. Once she was thoroughly pampered, we took her back to my house, where I had some delicious treats (non-alcoholic beer bread and cheese ball dip from Tastefully Simple) ready and dinner on the stove. Unfortunately, our sweet Carrie’s man couldn’t get over the tension to join us for dinner, but all the other men were able to come, which was great! We all sat together around the table and celebrated a truly amazing woman. Although I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like, I just love my girls.
My lovely ladies!
Symptoms
Today I am officially 6 weeks and 5 days pregnant, and I’ve gotta say, I feel pretty good. The biggest symptoms I’ve been having is feeling bloated, a bit nauseous and feeling extremely sensitive. And actually last night, my hands and feet were feeling very puffy. So much so, I put a huge pillow under my legs in the middle of the night. I think that helped, but the big reminder is that I need to get my ass to the gym to keep my circulation going. I’m going tonight, no matter what! You can hold me accountable.
I’m also very tired. I got a pretty decent amount of sleep this weekend and last night, so I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or the fact that it’s Monday… but either way, I’m ready to curl up with my hubs for the night.
Playing House 