This weekend was my husband’s 33rd birthday! Yay! It feels like once Halloween hits, the year just flies, since we have so much to celebrate. His birthday, our anniversary, charity gala season, Thanksgiving, then Christmas season!! Hopefully, that means my last trimester will fly; is it just me or is that the longest trimester??
We got a great group of friends together Friday night (sans kids) at the county club for birthday shenanigans. Someone suggested we play Pictionary. Real life Pictionary. Turns out, I am reaaaaally good at Pictionary. Or maybe I was just the only sober person in the room?
The best part about this picture, was the moment immediately following, when everyone was hopping off the bar. There I was, 27 weeks pregnant, in a probably-too-short-to-be-mom-appropriate dress, and unable to climb down. A friend offered me his hand, I just whined, “Just get me, Jesse,” and he lifted me off the bar like I was his 6 year old daughter. Memo to self: do not climb on bars when encroaching upon your third trimester.
Saturday, the girls and I let the birthday boy sleep in, and headed to a local coffee shop to get him his favorite smoothie and breakfast sandwich. We had a (much needed) lazy day, and headed out to dinner that evening.
The girls couldn’t have a better dad, and I couldn’t have a better husband – Happy Birthday, Dave!!