We're headed to MO early tomorrow morning. We're going to E's grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary party deal. It should be interesting to say the least. I mean, I love a good family drama, but I don't think I'm ready for this level of magnitude. But, hey, we've never been to Missouri (or misery as E calls it when we joke around) together. We've never been to Mississippi or Arkansas (we're driving through both to get there). It'll be new, that's for sure!
Of course, I haven't packed a thing. Well, that's not true. I packed the kid's bags. But, not a thing for myself. I can't find the motivation. I think because I'm in that in-between stage (not complaining! just stating a fact here! I'm glad I'm far enough along to be in the in-between stage...) and nothing really fits. Well, the maternity clothes fit, but they just make me look fat. Not pregnant. That's the way every pregnant woman wants to look, right?
Well, I can assure you, the looking fat isn't due to my birthday cake intake. As blasphemous as it sounds, I only had 1 tiny piece of my own birthday cake. Just one. I couldn't even finish that one because of my morning sickness that day.
That's okay, though. I'm pretty confident that the kids spit on it anyway.