Long weekend, woo hoo! We have a wedding to go to tomorrow. I was looking forward to this wedding for months because they’re big partiers and we’re going to know quite a few people and I was looking forward to drinking my face off with them. But now I’ll be sitting at the table with my other pregnant friend, talking about how jealous we are of all the drinkers, trading stories about what’s going on with our bodies. OH JOY.

I never ever thought I would miss drinking this much. I don’t miss smoking – well occasionally I’ll have an urge to smoke out of the blue, but the urge is never strong enough to actually entertain the thought of doing it – but I really really miss being able to get tipsy with friends. That may sound immature, but I don’t care. I cut way down on the drinking in the past few years, but occasionally I like to go to BBQs or parties or weddings and throw them back with everyone else. Nothing wrong with that. Oh well, Robin and I will plot our plans after giving birth. We’ve already told our husbands that they’re taking us out and getting us shitfaced after we’ve had our babies. It’ll probably only take me two drinks, as opposed to 7 or 8, so Jake’s cheap ass should be happy!

I have the best ensemble to wear to the wedding. I found the perfect dress and the perfect jewelry and the perfect shoes. I feel so pretty when I’m wearing everything. I’m even going to get my hair did tomorrow because I don’t want to have bland hair when everything else looks purdy. I don’t have any idea how to put my own hair up. It’s pretty short, but it should be long enough to curl most of it and pin it back. I would last roughly 5 minutes in the bathroom with a curling iron and bobby pins before hurling obscenities and hot irons across the room.