A semi-close friend's wedding is today and I have said since the beginning that my husband will be going alone because:
a) I can't think of anything worse than being overdue and expected to sit through a bunch of wedding stuff
b) nothing to wear
c) I was really hoping I would have a newborn by this date
Well, looks like I am going because I am actually not all that miserable, do have a dress, and am clearly not nursing a newborn.
I am now very excited about the buffet, being an obnoxiously large pregnant woman hip thrusting on the dancefloor, and most importantly freaking out every attendant as they look at how large I actually am and then telling them I was due Thurdsay - the look you get is PRICELESS! Sheer terror.
Pregnancy is fun!