I am a LAME-O

This past weekend we celebrated Memorial Day. Or I should say Brent celebrated Memorial Day and I watched. And cleaned up after him. And cooked. Ok, so I was a slave.

Those of you who know me well know that I tend to enjoy a cocktail or two on a fairly regular basis (ok, so maybe it was a teensy tiny bit more frequently than that. Don't judge!) Well, ever since our blessed event occured, I have been a perfect angel. And honestly, it hasn't been that difficult to abstain from my normal booze consumption considering by the end of most days, I have been so tired, the idea of adding a sedative to the mix would have put me in a coma. However, slowly but surely, I am starting to wake up a bit and the idea of a little drinky poo is sounding appealing again. Unfortunately, I have quite a long haul until I can actually have one.

So, cut to this past weekend. As is our regular custom, Brent and I planned a jam packed Memorial Day weekend, complete with two sets of houseguests (thanks for coming Meg and Ed and Laura and Gregg) as well as a trip to the race and a huge cookout for fifty people. Now typically, this type of weekend would be right up my ally, but things aren't very typical right now. It turns out that sans alcohol, having a party, is well, just a lot of work. Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely ADORED seeing everyone that came, especially those of you out of towners, but man, I am just now starting to feel recovered from the whole shebang. At least I had the insight to know that the race would not be a pleasurable experience for this pregnant chick. Watching cars drive around in a circle in the hot sun for hours and mocking the fat chicks wearing sports bras and little else just isn't the same without a cold Miller Lite.

So, I have hung up my drinking shoes (and my heels for that matter, I fall down too much, even sober, to risk the babies' lives for my insecurity about being wee). It was a nice weekend, although I have a feeling that the Memorial Days to come will look very different from the ones in years past. Sigh.