And A Good Time Was Had

I'm so glad that my contractions have decided to take a break from scaring the crap out of me. I'm definitely feeling it's ok to travel to Fargo today. It was pretty iffy for awhile there but I feel good and am not as concerned as I was Saturday afternoon.

The husband and I met up with Mandyland and her family and friends to help celebrate the big one. The only downside to the night (besides the craptastic ~~spit~~ rain that was falling down) was the odd looks from people at the bar.

I don't know if you people that were staring knew this but um, yes, I am pregnant and yes, I was enjoying myself in a bar. Gasp! Say it ain't so! Were you people aware that Minnesota went smoke free a long time ago? I'm pretty sure it was on the news when it happened. I heard the comments about a pregnant woman being in a bar. Get over it. It wasn't smokey and that was Pepsi I was drinking thank you very much. Perhaps you were amazed that I could move such a large body with grace and style. Ha. Grace. Good one. Anyway, ya'll should have focused your belittling and judgement on the girl who was screaming about body shots for the last two hours. Lord knows we were.

Happy Birthday Mandyland! I'll call you later to see how you're feeling =0)

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