We had a lovely New Years Eve.
John, 4 of our friends, and I decided to take a spontaneous road trip to South Carolina to acquire some illegal fireworks.
You know...the dirty and exciting kind that leave the ground.
We drove squished in my moms car and listened to Ultimate Dance Party 1997, Ludacris, and old school Britney Spears.
When we got back we spent the rest of the evening having a jam sesh and a bon fire and shooting off enourmous amounts of roman candles, black cats, mighty thor's, mother gooses, and fireworks.
Several minutes after midnight I spilled my Martinelli's on a very ironic place on my pants. It looked like my water just went and broke.
I didn't even move or care, towards the end of the night my bod felt like I had ridden a horse all the way to SC and back by my self to get the new years fireworks.
I'm starting to feel pretty uncomfortable now which I don't mind so much considering things have been beautifully easy thus far. Hubs and I purchased a birthing ball yesterday (which really is just a big bouncy exercise ball but I feel cooler and more productive calling it a birthing ball.) I spent at least 3 hours on it today stretching and moving. It is the best my body has felt in months. I'm hoping that that combined with my Webster adjustment from this weekend that my cousin Brian suggested will help EJ to turn.
THERE IS STILL HOPE!
The night ended with some serious belly rubbing and I didn't mind it at all.
Free rubs for anyone who'd like them...just consider me your lucky Buddha for 2012.