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I Went To A Bachelorette Party 14 weeks Pregnant

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Well, the title says it all! I recently helped host a shower and bachelorette party for a good friend of mine who is getting married. In true LaTrice style, I decided to keep things interesting by getting knocked up not only for the wedding but for the bachelorette festivities also. Unfortunately, at 14 weeks you don’t necessarily look pregnant, just fat, which does wonders for one’s self-esteem. In efforts to limit confusion on whether that mound at your midsection is a budding baby or a poorly digested hamburger, a pregnant woman must continuously grab and rub her midsection. This serves as non-verbal communication to those around you and it says “Yes, I am pregnant! This is not indigestion nor is it a result of my past year of not working out!” Prior to getting pregnant, I had always wondered why pregnant women rubbed their bellies all the time and the reasons are now clear to me. Early in pregnancy you do this to prevent the negative comments on your size and weight and hey, it works.

So, let’s get back to the bachelorette party and how I got involved in this madness. My good friend asked me to be a bridesmaid early in 2009, soon after I had my son, and I was excited about the offer. My unselfish reason for being excited was that I was happy for her to be venturing into wedded bliss. However, my selfish reason for excitement was-Now I have motivation to lose my baby weight with a goal of a big party and an open bar as my reward! I could already see myself, svelte and sexy, dancing to Beyonce’s party song “All the Single Ladies”, making everyone drool. Well, I nixed that dream in April with one night of passion, hmmph, okay more like 10 minutes with a sleeping baby and cranky momma. Now all I can hope for is a dark dance floor, a loose fitting bridesmaid dress and a song without too much bumping and grinding that I can make it through without hyperventilating or passing out.

I had many obstacles to overcome with this planned party. First it was out of town and it would occur over a weekend, which means my husband would have to watch my son ALONE! Now, as a mom you feel incredible guilt when you leave your child even for 15 minutes, let alone an entire weekend, but everyone told me it would be good for my husband and me. They were right and it was truly nice to sleep through the night without waking to a crying baby. I was also told that it would be a good experience for my husband to learn how difficult it is to take care of a 7 month old on your own. My husband insists that our son slept through the night with him the entire weekend. I was able to figure out how this was possible; he let him sleep in our bed both nights. This is the same man who insisted that we would not allow our children to sleep in our bed under any circumstances. We would be strong and stern as parents and stick by our rules! I must have missed the second part of that statement which would allow our children to sleep in our room when mommy is away partying, to allow daddy to sleep through the night.

Needless to say I wanted to prove that despite the fact that I was 14 weeks pregnant, I could be a trooper and party with the best of them. I would not be that girlfriend who uses her pregnancy as a reason to back out of everything. I think I was able to pull it off pretty well until about 10 pm Saturday night when I could barely walk because my feet were swollen and screaming from the heels I insisted on wearing. We had to spend 45 minutes looking for a store on 6th street in Austin for flip-flops. Once I had my terribly expensive flip-flops (beggars can’t be choosers), we were back in party mode. I had about 4 shots of cranberry juice, 35 trips to the restroom, 255 yawns, 1 attempt at a pick-up from a guy who was about 5’2 and approximately 400 looks of contempt from total strangers at my obviously pregnant belly. I am sure that people thought I was some irresponsible 30-something trying to recapture her youth.

Overall, my girlfriend had a great time and so did I. I must admit that I drove like a madwoman on Sunday afternoon to get back home to my baby, oh yeah and I was excited to see my husband too. My lesson from this experience isn’t that you can’t party like a Rock star when you’re pregnant because it is definitely possible. You just have to make sure that you are wearing the right shoes.

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