But this one was actually awesome. What was completely un-awesome was that I'm pregnant, with our second kiddo, and while the booze was flowing and the required costumes flattered and inspired intense revelry, I was stuck trying to find a sexy maternity outfit (and isn't that just a little creepy?) and constantly turning away the attentive and enthusiastic wait staff who brought me no less than three varieties of early 20th century gin cocktails in a span of 45 minutes that looked, smelled and I'm sure were fabulous. But I wouldn't know, seeing as how I'm PREGNANT and can have no fun. At all.
As the amazing evening went on (mimes! scantily clad acrobats! stilt walkers!) I became keenly aware that if not for the bun in my oven I would be having a raging good time. So naturally, I left. And was sad. And made my husband sad, I'm guessing. Although being the super cheerleader he assured me that he wasn't having that great of a time (ahem, he so totally was) and he would much rather be home with me eating Ben & Jerry's new Creme Brule flavored delights and watching our DVR favorites.
DVR favorites:
this guy -
and this guy -
Being pregnant sucks. It's like being on the sidelines, but with no hope of ever working your way up to the starting line up. It would be okay if everyone else were also in my boat - I would like to thank my friend Mel who is also conveniently pregnant right now, but tragically has relocated to New Jersey - but it's a lonely, lonely existence. I'm up at 6:30am while my co-workers have permission, no, are required to not come into work until 1pm today. Have you ever had a job where the office party the night before requires you to sleep it off until the following afternoon??? I haven't. But I do now! And I'm too full of child to take advantage. WTF fetus?
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