Sometimes, I Forget That I'm Pregnant. But I Do Entertain!

Apparently, I sorely underestimated the craziness of this time of year. I mean, I always knew this time of year could, or rather would, be a little extra crazy. I mean, there's the hustle and bustle of card-sending and gift-buying and gift-wrapping and gift-hiding and then there's some cooking and baking and event-attending and dinner-hostessing and the like. But I mean, I'm super-mom, right? I could totally handle all that. 

Not. 

Throw being 13 weeks pregnant, nauseous and exhausted all the live-long day and Mama to a Crazy Wildebeest toddler in there along with the fact that I also run a small little business and you basically have a recipe for disaster. One that culminates in a giant case of The Sickies for both Crazy Toddler and Exhausted Mama. 

But? Hosting the 2nd Annual M Family Christmas Party? Was a raging success. I'm so glad I offered to host this year because you see, I'm always full of these grandiose plans that in my head involve Martha Stewart decor and Paula Deen cooking. 

In reality? It's more work than I'm truly cut out for. I vote that next year we host a Progressive Dinner. I can host a mean cocktail course. 

Have you forgotten that I'm pregnant? I have. On more than one occasion lately. And no, don't fret, dear Loyals, my forgetfulness did not allow for lines of coke, bottles of wine and listeria-soaked deli meats- I mean, I just forget sometimes. It slips my mind. 

If you were to ask me how pregnant I am? I would most likely answer, "Um, around 12 or 13 weeks-ish." If you were to ask me how pregnant I was during any given time during my pregnancy with Carter? I would basically spout off to you just precisely how pregnant I was down to the exact minute. 

Already, this child is cursed with "second baby" syndrome. 

Such is life, I suppose. Baby M Numero Dos, I promise to better record your existence. 

Oh, and Loyals? I'm pretty sure I'm 13 weeks and 3 days pregnant. I think...