Knocked Up and Out on the Town

TheMr.'s best friend was having a birthday get together the other night.

He doesn't know that I'm knocked up, none of his friends know that I am knocked up.

Thus the start of an interesting evening. Part one of the night was dinner. No problemo. I ordered a DELICIOUS veggie flat bread sandwich with a side salad. Perfection. I drank water, and it was okay, most everyone did. There was humorous conversation littered with a few debates and topped with the Olympics. Great company. Great food.

No problemo, indeed.

Then we were off to downtown Orlando, hours from where we live mind you. It was late. Anytime is late nowadays. Oh I was sleepy.

Everyone ordered their adult beverage and I snuck out to another bar in the place to order a cocktail of my own, a mommy drink.

Actually, it was quite good. I had a ginger ale that was topped off with orange juice. I was craving a water topped with orange juice, but that would have been a bit too obvious, don'tcha think?

It was interesting. The music was loud. The smells were pungent, and every time I saw a young person (which was many times) I shuddered at the thought of our child growing up to dress like that, talk like that, look like that, or even smell like that.

Yea, I felt old. I felt old because we were among the oldest there. I felt old because there was a little one in my belly. A tiny one. A little itty bitty one. An orange seed.

But hey, little orange seed learned a little something that day, maybe. It may be a little uncomfortable. It may be a little out of your way, but do your best to be there for the ones you love.

It was a good night.  <3