She's puttin' together a carnival for us to link up our own Party Posts and then go visit some fun sister blogs, new and um... familiar, and she's even hosting a chatroom so we can all hang out together'n chew the proverbial fat this evening.
(Cocktails optional. BYOB. And check that self-pity at the DOOR, girls, 'cause we gon' outFUN those Bay Area beauties for sure!)
Grab this adorable button for your own blog and link back to Robin's post, the one that has ALL THE PARTY 411, like I've done here, so your readers can participate, too.
Here's the code you can copy/paste to grab the button and display it on your blog:
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Now no more sittin' around mopin', gals, let's get out and spread the word -- we're havin' us a party tonight!
Peanut's full term today!
Yepper, I'm 37 weeks pregnant. As soon as I hit publish on this here little epistle, I'm typin' up his eviction notice. Where should I stick it?
(Waitaminute, on second thought, don't answer that.)
Time to make room for m'spleen again, Boy o' Mine!
I packed a little bag of Peanut's teeny-tiny little clothes and diapers and a soft, light blanket for the hospital last night, and Al insists that he and I must both pack our own bags this weekend. And a bag for Bean, in case she has to be unceremoniously dragged to the home of a neighbor in the middle of the night at some point.
Here we go, people! It's (almost) on.
I'm feeling reasonably okay for an ancient water buffalo in late July. A little sweaty for my own tastes, and still cranky, because the world-at-large and even the people closest to me refuse to just siddown and shaddup and be respectful of all the mental and physical strain this late-stage gestational suspense-and-rotund-fest heaps on a Mama.
Yeah, I know. Pity-Party-R-Us.
Jis don't pay me no neh'mind, y'all.
(I'll keep y'all posted on all the gestatin' as new information becomes available.)
I'm over at Chic Critique today, talkin' about a little impromptu chat I had with my OB this week regarding what we womenfolk oughtta be concernin' ourselves with, healthwise, in our 30s and 40s. Very enlightening, it was. Not a product review, because Mama likes to shake things up from time to time, but still great info for a woman who wants to remain FABULOUS well into decades 5 - 10.
Tomorrow we'll have the fifth weekly installment of The Best of FriedOkra: How I Met Your Father, so don't party too hard tonight. You'll need to be fresh and well-rested for this dramatic chapter! (And maybe you still have time to catch up by reading the first four chapters tonight - they're on consecutive Saturdays starting here.