Never in my life did I think that I’d write the words “I think I just went to my last party last night.” But, I just did. Damn.
Last night, I went to a fabulous Labor Day Weekend Party with my hubby at an amazing Hollywood Hills mansion overlooking the most spectacular view of LA. Food, open bar, infinity pool, hot female DJ (in a bikini)… you get it. While my husband ordered Jack-and-Cokes, I drank a wham-bam cocktail of pineapple juice and 7up. Despite my “sober pregnant condition,” I had a great time.
But, 3 things occurred to me that made me a little bit sad:
1) I realized that it might be the LAST time that my husband and I would be out at a party and not be worrying about getting home early to pay a babysitter.
2) I looked around at all the 20-something women in their bikinis and short skirts (while I was wearing a tent of a long, airy black dress) and thought, “Those days are gone for me now.”
3) Years ago, if I’d have seen myself (a 9-month preggers woman) at a party like this, I’d have thought, “What the hell is that 9-month pregnant lady doing at a party like this?” I officially apologized to myself right then and there for having thoughts like that back when I was younger and didn’t know any better. 🙂
Just because I’m now excited to become a mom doesn’t mean that I can’t be a little nostalgic about my old life…