Nonetheless, I did end up having a nice birthday... That weekend we enjoyed a mexican dinner at On the Border thanks to Jocelyn, Todd, Alexandre (Andrew's BFF), and Joce's momma. I had 2 (TWO!) frozen swirl margaritas, and Erich had 10 enchiladas. Yes, TEN. It was unlimited enchilada night. I think he stopped because he was embarrassed, not because he was full.
I got a few Dunkin Donut cards, someone made me cookies at work, and Jocelyn made me a cake with funfetti icing. Funfetti icing may possibly be the best thing on earth. Those color dots in the icing make me one happy lady.
In addition, my mom and dad stopped by my house the weekend prior to my birthday and brought me some awesome Pandora beads to add to my bracelet.
Overall I felt very loved and lucky to have such great family and friends! :)
The day before my birthday I got an awesome gift. The gift of finally getting back into my skinny jeans, you know the ones from the pre-Andrew era. Let's be clear here... when I refer to my skinny jeans I mean the jeans that I used to wear when I was feelin good and confident. Everyone has those type of jeans... the ones that fit just right and make you feel good about yourself. I call that favorite pair my "skinny jeans". I will never ever experience the opportunity to own 'real' skinny jeans. You know the kind that are straight legged or tapered down at the ankles like this:
I guess 16+ years of playing soccer, added to the genetic gift of my PopPop's tree trunk legs are to thank. When you have some serious cankles like I do, the only thing you can do is patiently wait for this trend of straight leg jeans to fall out of style. I cant think of anything more uncomfortable than a pair of jeans hugging my monster calves. I'm afraid that at the young age of 6 months, I can already tell Andrew has been cursed with the Mahon legs. At least he is a male and skinny legs are not as important! Somehow in my family, Tommy and Chris got chicken legs from the Paolucci side and of course the only girl got the Mahons. Makes no sense!
When I gained 69(not quite 70, only 69) pounds while pregnant, I folded up those JCrew skinny jeans and tucked them away somewhere in the basement. I said my farewells as I thought I'd never see them again in my life. (Maternity pants should not be restricted to pregnant ladies. They are simply awesome. stretchy waistbands, with normal looking pant legs are genius) But 6 months after becoming a momma, the maternity jeans are in storage and here I am sporting my version of the skinny jeans again. I'm not implying that they look the same on me as they did before, but at least I can get them buttoned without my c-section scar reminding me of its presence. That's a start!
Are you still thinking about the fact that I gained 69lbs? That's what happens when you are 8 months pregnant during the hottest July ever on record (you shoulda seen my cankles while preggo)...
Cute huh?
Adding to the fluid build up, I didn't exactly diet during pregnancy. Once I decided to bring Dunkin Donut munchkins into work for everyone to share and next thing you know, I ate half of the container on the drive into work...
then I was too embarrassed to actually bring them inside because so many were missing that I left them in the car. So there they sat on the passengers seat all day waiting for me to eat the other half on the ride home... Which I did. 25 munchkins, devoured.
Those munchkins ended up doing no harm... Hello again, JCrew skinny jeans, I had missed you. Happy Birthday to me.
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