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The Party's Over?!

Couch Potato MaximusS-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y.... NIGHT!!Image by knitbunny via Flickr
I went to bed last night at 10 p.m.

No, I wasn't feeling badly. I wasn't preparing to get up early. I was tired. The moment my head hit the pillow and settled into our ridiculously comfortable bed, I was out -- until 7 a.m. no less. (not counting my inevitable 3 a.m. potty break) Since becoming a big, fat preggo this is the rule, not the exception. It happened so gradually that I barely noticed. My hours of operation have completely changed.

I'm not sure if I should thank or curse our recent slew of visitors for bringing this my attention. Frankly, their comments have been a little unsettling. Here are a few gems:

"It's nice not to be on a schedule." (translation - "What are we doing?!")

"You guys have a nice, quiet life." (translation "You're boring!")

...and my favorite...

"You guys are making me old!"  (translation "You guys are making me old!")

My first instinct was to get defensive, of course. (Wouldn't you?!) Now I realize that our transition into Suburban-parents-to-be would be a bit shocking if you only saw us a few times of year. We were in a very different place the last time they saw us. Truthfully, if you had told 2005 Nessa what 2010 Nessa was up to, she probably would've laughed in your face!! (After throwing her G&T at you and putting out her cigarette on your shoe.)

I guess it doesn't really matter if "outsiders" don't get it. We do. Maybe it's not what I imagined but it works. And with little Isabel on the way, things are only going to get more interesting. Our party days are most definitely not over, it's just a slightly different kind of party. You know, the kind where you bring a gift, have a designated driver and help clean up afterwards. Oh God....

See you there!!


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  1. That was a good one, but you're the only one that's old. I get up in the middle of the night and go to clubs while you sleep!

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