We had a wonderful weekend Friday night we all went out for a friends birthday, the benefit to being pregnant is that I am the best darn DD in the world. Sober now for 8 months...kind of feel like I should get a chip like you do in AA.
Joe and I had a newborn class on Saturday morning...to which I was the only person that had never changed a diaper. Guess who got to work with the little dolly?! Learned how to swaddle, how to rock, how to burp them. All the moms reading this are chuckling right now but I'll bet you that at least one person reading it doesn't know what swaddling even is. Which is about where I am. The class got a good laugh out of my ignorance but I don't mind, I find that if I show that vulnerable side of myself it allows others to do the same. So sure enough before long we were all asking the "obvious" questions. Well that is of course after I scared everyone half to death. You may ask, how could I have done that? Just be the nearly 9 month pregnant lady who falls down the stairs. And I totally knew better...had my purse in one hand and my water bottle in the other, no hand on the rail...dummy. I am so clumsy right now I have to sit most times to put on my pants, so why on earth I thought I could gracefully walk down stairs was anybody's guess. But yep scared the hell out of the rest of the pregnant women and of course the doula hosting it. Me, I just kind of sat on my butt looking around like whelp this is a good place to sit and so much easier than getting up. :-)
Easter was good, we got about 8 inches of snow so it was a little more like Christmas. And then went over to my Dad's house to celebrate his 75th birthday. Birthdays are always odd in my family, we don't really celebrate them (especially not on my Dad's side) but we try and at least point out that someone is a year older. Well and it gave them all ample time to call me fat...they're kind people. ;-) Luckily I have been dealing with it for so long that I can shrug it off pretty easily.