We had a great week. We went to a St. Patty's Day party on Saturday night with some of Jay's college friends that was SWARMING with babies. It was pretty eye-opening. No Bailey's for me, and lots of babies to make Jay glassy-eyed. Sunday we went to Southie to Chris and Angela's for their annual parade party, which was a blast and overwhelming at the same time. Being the only non-drinker on one of the biggest drinking holidays of the year was interesting~by the end of the afternoon, walking the drunk high school kid-lined streets back to the T was a test of my patience. I felt old and pregnant and very uncomfortable with the whole thing. I'm all for having fun, it just seemed so far away from me. I got tired just looking at everyone.
Maybe that's because I am old and pregnant, I suppose. On the road to old at least, as next week I'll be 31. I must say, though, I've LOVED my 30s and wouldn't go back to my teens or 20s if you paid me ten million dollars. And 31 will be exciting because I will be celebrating my first anniversary AND meeting the little one. I anticipate another good year . . .
Here's what I look like today (ignore the fact that I look like I'm about to pop a squat):
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