The Big Valentine’s Day Suck-Up.

This ‘Fab Mom’ crap is getting a bit tiresome now that I’ve got 3 (THREE!!!) weeks until Go-Day #2 (aka: the birth of my second baby). Yes, all due to being pregnant on Valentine’s Day. I feel good on the inside (minus a cold that WON’T go away), fat on the outside and just want to lay on my couch for the next 21 days and eat melted dark chocolate chips and butter (no joke – try it in the microwave). Alas, I sucked it up for Valentine’s Day. Had to. (That’s the corner you paint yourself into when you come up with a schticky blog name like TheFabMomDotCom.) Here’s what went down:

We dressed ourselves like a walking greeting card, ventured out and bought heart balloons and flowers. Why should my 1 year old LadyP get a bummed-out V-Day just because Mommy is slumping around? She shouldn’t. So we dressed and shopped and counted red balloons at the grocery store.

We vainly sent autographed pictures of ourselves in the mail to our baby-friends and family. Nothin’ like a little toddler vanity to bump up anyone’s day:

We squeezed and teetered in our sparkly heels for a sexy dinner-date out with Hubby (LadyP flaked out on this one – well technically she wasn’t invited). Fabulous shoes make the belly look smaller, no?

We drank wine (yes, real wine… my own longtime beliefs and OB-ok’d insight about this being perfectly safe and acceptable during late 2nd- and 3rd- trimesters recently reinvigorated by The Shopping Mama and her fabulous post on BabyCenter) allowed me to enjoy half a glass of a white wine spritzer:

And that’s as flirty as Valentine’s Day got. Afterall, I’m PREGNANT. I actually felt fun. Not too shabby, considering the circumstances…. somethin’ to consider when you think “Is going out really worth it with this big fat bump in front of me?” Yes, it is.