Guess I'll Take W to the Birthday Party

One of W's playmates is having a birthday party at Mint Springs this afternoon. I RSVP'd with a "probably", figuring that I'd be home with a newborn and T would take W to the party. Unless I had the baby yesterday, in which case W probably wouldn't go. But neither is the case-- I might as well take him myself, since I'm still pregnant.

I didn't sleep particularly well last night (although since it's the first night in a while I was up, I can't complain too much), so I'm somewhat tired now. But the party isn't until the afternoon, and T is watching videos with W, so I'll take this opportunity to try and fit in a midmorning nap.

When I wake up, I'll figure out what I'm going to do for a bathing suit. I have a string bikini that will definitely show a lot of skin, but at least with the ties I can adjust the fit so it actually fits and I don't look like I'm busting out because it's five sizes too small. It will just look like I'm busting out because it's an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny bikini*. I can probably live with that, although I won't know for sure until I try it on in front of a mirror. . .

*although it's really not that teeny a bikini-- it's a relatively large adult woman's size, but when worn by a woman who can make a full-sized tractor look small (see the redneck maternity photos), I predict it will look like some indecent European model.