Contractions and bachelorette parties DO belong together.
I spent most of the day off of my feet - seriously. I was actually sitting down around 5.45 when the contractions got close. AND, I had already had three quarts of liquid.
They were less than five minutes apart for awhile. I had to have Aaron’s mom come over to get L dinner so that I could stay on the couch. I had just picked up toys and by the time she got here, Liam had dumped books, moved chairs, and arranged cars in various places on the floor. The dogs were looking at me nervously because I rarely lie down on the sofa anymore. Mace was trying to get up and lie down on Elena. They are sweet, but it gets a little annoying after a bit.
Anyway, contractions slowed down and AJ got home from work around 7.45 after warning me that the next six weeks are going to be insane for him at the office. Puuuurfect. Nice. Great timing. Totally not his fault. GAH!
I left at 8 to go to Miss Chelsea’s bachelorette party.
She gets married on Sunday.
The party was at Jen’s house, and Gabe did a great job as the stripper, cookin’ up somethin’ hot.
He really does have some nice moves incorporating a turner and tongs.
The matron-of-honor (Rachel) was in charge of the event, and she’s very Martha Stewart, so she baked some sugar cookies (which her brothers called “cockies”) and instructed us to decorate them.
There were some very creative entries. I’ve made them a bit more anonymous for blog viewing by removing the artist’s face since Chelsea’s family has a penchant for the Chronicles. Besides, it’s more fun to guess who made which, right Brad?
Chocolate With Lemon Flavored Condom
Love Machine and So Cute I Wanted To Knit It A Hat
Realistic, But With A Feminine Touch
Spotted Dick and Face With Sunscreen On Eyes
Happy and Angry
Blue Balls With Warts and Rainbow Party
Prince Albert With One Testicle In Mouth
Yum
Chocolate and Prince tied for runner-up, but Rainbow Party took the crown.
I awarded myself the prize for the lamest bachelorette party attendee ever. I left around 10 in an attempt to get home and ward off contractions. Of course, they stopped when I got calmed down from all of the festivities at the party. Those penises just got Elena all worked up, I guess.
Bill and Christy were here when I got home, so I put on my jammies and sat and chatted with them for a hefty length of time.
Yeah, we’re THAT close. Not just anyone gets to see me in my Red Dirt Shirt from like 1992.
