#non-party

[judiciallc]

What I would like to yell when a non-party raises their hand during court in an attempt to ask the judge a question

[babydescant]

insubordination and comparisons

On NYE, I like to throw a fancy dress party. I haul out old prom gowns, ask my husband to put on his suspenders and bow ties, make impossibly tiny cups of pots de creme, throw everclear in the punch, and invite more people than my apartment can reasonably expected to hold. I know that NYE is supposed to be a "bar party" but seriously, drinking even a small amount of anything at a bar comes with a huge charge. House parties it is!

This year I had planned to do the same, except to leave the everclear next to the punch instead of in it. And, obviously I no longer fit into any of my old prom gowns, so I have a simpler classic black dress that I'd planned on wearing with a fascinator, teal jewelry, and a ton of makeup. And maybe heels. My balance isn't amazing these days, so I've been avoiding the heels, but I have an entire closet in our tiny apartment that is dedicated to my shoes. (and only 2 pairs of flats)

Our first taste of parenthood came instead. With the 13 hours of mild contractions, we had to choose between continuing our plans or playing it safe for me and baby and keeping me on the couch. I cancelled the party, "due to insubordinate baby", and hung out on the couch. I ordered our car seat- how significant, that our last purchase of 2011 really reflects our future.

We can now bring our baby home.

My mom and sister, who had planned on coming to the house even without the party ended up having a migraine and a fever, respectively, and stayed home to rest for their health as well. I had dinner with my husband, who'd made some ridiculously garlicky hamburger soup thing (he tries) and we watched some more Office. After dinner, I found myself fairly disoriented, so I asked my husband to take vitals. My blood pressure had tanked and my pulse was about 110, so I laid down and had some juice and water, which normalized both. The end effect was a "Yes, you should stay laying down for the next couple days while you can" though, and so I went to bed at 9:30. Pregnancy nocturia kept me up every hour until midnight, when all of the illegal fireworks started going off, close enough to shake the apartment, and those continued for about an hour. (side note- how bad does your clock have to be to start setting off fireworks at 12:40? and how bad does your judgement have to be to set them off in the middle of an apartment complex?)  

Quite the difference- last year gowned and merry, this year quiet and thoughtful.

Still no new year's kiss, though. Jer had to work. One of these years we'll get it together. It's kind of ridiculous that we've had 6 chances at this new years kiss thing, and have only managed it once.