It's my birthday!
Yes, it's my birthday. Today, I am officially 23 years old, which doesn't feel like much of an accomplishment since I've been calling myself 23 for about six months now. It sounds better when I'm a 23 year old mom...not 22, or ee gads...21. Anyway, here it is.
I had a great birthday party on Friday night, just about all the people I love were there to celebrate with me. I think the cake of jello shots was a bad idea though because they gave all of us a stomach ache. I need to learn that when you try to eat a 13 oz steak, potatoes, veggies, a plate full of jello, and then drink...there just isn't enough room. I hurled after my third drink, but then I felt great.
Of course, this being Skagit county, I did run into some people I could have lived without for the rest of my life. Whatever, I was looking hot, dancing well (or so Mr. Bacardi says), and had quite the lively group of people with me. I hate it when that happens. Could have been a big downer, but really...it wasn't.
Today I am without the child, and I'm actually okay with it. I decided, after one night of drinking, that I should take my head start and roll with it...yes, I have quit the nursing. I haven't breastfed since Friday and to all of you men and childless women...this is quite possibly more painful than labor. Maybe not giving birth, but labor. DAMN. My boobs are NO JOKE the size and firmness of cantalopes. I figured that if I started early on Friday, I'b be in okay shape for work on Monday, but seriously, I don't know how I'm going to do it. For a few days, I just may be Pamela Anderson.
Gotta go set up the nursery at church. I hope there aren't any kids! I can't handle the elbows in the chest...
I had a great birthday party on Friday night, just about all the people I love were there to celebrate with me. I think the cake of jello shots was a bad idea though because they gave all of us a stomach ache. I need to learn that when you try to eat a 13 oz steak, potatoes, veggies, a plate full of jello, and then drink...there just isn't enough room. I hurled after my third drink, but then I felt great.
Of course, this being Skagit county, I did run into some people I could have lived without for the rest of my life. Whatever, I was looking hot, dancing well (or so Mr. Bacardi says), and had quite the lively group of people with me. I hate it when that happens. Could have been a big downer, but really...it wasn't.
Today I am without the child, and I'm actually okay with it. I decided, after one night of drinking, that I should take my head start and roll with it...yes, I have quit the nursing. I haven't breastfed since Friday and to all of you men and childless women...this is quite possibly more painful than labor. Maybe not giving birth, but labor. DAMN. My boobs are NO JOKE the size and firmness of cantalopes. I figured that if I started early on Friday, I'b be in okay shape for work on Monday, but seriously, I don't know how I'm going to do it. For a few days, I just may be Pamela Anderson.
Gotta go set up the nursery at church. I hope there aren't any kids! I can't handle the elbows in the chest...