today, the boognish turns 16 weeks old, and it* is definitely making its presence known. nobody really said anything while i was wearing my bridesmaid dress saturday, but as soon as i changed into my sweats, aka my pregnancy uniform, everybody said, "oh! THERE'S the baby!"
ps, it was really, really difficult for me to toast anyone while drinking ginger ale, especially when i saw everybody else at my table NOT drinking their champagne. a waste, my friends. a true waste.
* i really hate referring to the baby as an "it," but we might not know the sex for a few weeks yet, so i'm stuck with it. i don't even enjoy people who refer to a pet as "it." ugh.
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