As old as I feel now at THIRTY, I realized that, hell, thirty may be old, but it's not THAT bad. It does help that my husband will ALWAYS be almost ten years older than me and that I will always be his trophy wife. I also realized that I'm never going to look any better than I do right now. Puffy, pregnant, THIRTY, but also healthy and happy and grateful. So I made Dave take a bunch of pictures of me. For posterity. For when I hit forty and want to see what a decade of parenting does to your face. For a reference to someday give to the plastic surgeon. So just bear with this silly little exercise in narcissism. I promise to get over myself tomorrow.
Here I am fresh out of the shower in my dirty maternity bathrobe without makeup:
Sadly, I'll never look any younger. BUT! thanks to the gods and saints at Maybelline, I can look better:
Screw moonlight, this is what a little MAKEUP can do for you. (And can I say for the record that I don't actually wear a lot of makeup. This took me FIVE minutes. FIVE. And worth every second if you ask me.)
Before that second shot was taken, I worried that we'd run out of time before people started arriving for the party and I attempted a bunch of self-portraits after I got dressed. Of course I forgot that I am completely and totally retarded with the camera:
And here are the pictures from the party itself. After freaking out all day that no one was going to come, I ended up having a great time. Almost everyone did come and it just reminded me how lucky I am to have such great friends.