Wedding with jumping beans

I recently spent a Sunday afternoon with a pleasant and hip group of folks who all knew each other either from a blog, from online discussion boards, or from the successful grouping of "Rock and Romp" events that have been taking place for the past few years. This rocking and romping idea was something that my fiance had tapped into through his own adventures in blogging - and found this group of people who were setting up shows in their backyards to promote a party to include parents AND their kids in a safe environment, full with keg and cool attendees as well. Meeting these folks was a relief to me: There ARE people out there who make this parenting thing work while maintaining their own identities and social groups. Right on, right on, right on. Heading into month 4 of my pregnancy, I was scared that I may never taste a margarita or sing kareoke again. But this is still possible, and these folks were making it happen.

After unsuccessfully trying to contribute to a conversation regarding blogs and whatnot with the ladies, I mentioned that perhaps I didn't have a blog as I didn't think my life was interesting enough to share...one of the girls responded that perhaps I just wasn't self-absorbed enough. So here is to giving it a shot, as I am no longer spending my time pontificating about my life on a bar stool. And I am absolutely sure that I am self-absorbed enough to post on here at least once in a while.

There are 12 days left until my wedding...12 days! I thought for sure that this would be a more exciting time, but really, there is more panic and weird shout-outs to people asking for help than I imagined I would be doing at this point. It is freezing here, I am worried that in 12 days it could be snowing rather than the typical 75 degrees Baltimore has in May. My dress seems to be in a hostage-type situation with my tailor...she had to add six inches to the dress (SIX INCHES!) in order to compensate for the growing bambino. SIX INCHES. Can't say I ever thought that would be a part of my wedding preparations. And she has had some trouble in meeting the tailoring deadlines. We still haven't mapped out the ceremony. We finally picked a song to dance to...HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK ALL DAY AND PLAN A WEDDING...we have a schedule planned out by the catering company which has now become my bible. So so much to do. I just want the party to get here. And can I just say that being pregnant is amazing but I am so VERY upset that I can't drink at my wedding. It just doesn't seem fair.

Well, that felt good. Maybe my life is interesting enough to blog out.