Preggo my Eggo Update: 21 weeks down, 19 to go.

21 weeks and counting...

I have made it over the pregnancy hump. I have less time to go than I have behind me. Yay! I am off today for a much-needed-time-away-from-family girls trip. I plan to eat myself silly, talk about boys and drink my weight in Busch N.A. (don't even go there, ladies). None of the lovely women I am going with have kids, so I won't have to hear any my-kid-is-cuter/smarter/sweeter-than-yours stories. Really looking forward to that.

I look forward to this trip every year. It is just a chance to let loose and have fun. This year I don't get to let loose as much as last year (let's just say last year featured me donning a Captain's hat all weekend and being dubbed Captain Seaman--not as dirty as it sounds), but it will still be great to get away.

Also looking forward to showing off my bump and cellulite booty in a bikini to all of the trashy peeps on the river while drinking a "beer" (this is an annual float trip, sans float due to my preggo eggo). Never is there a more accepting group of men for women who don't look perfect in a swimsuit than on a floating river. I have never once worried about my gut hanging over my swimsuit bottoms while steering my canoe. It is refreshing to be somewhere where you can be so comfortable with yourself when you are so exposed. And the beer goggles help. A lot.

If you have never had the chance to take a float trip, I highly recommend it. I am too old and cranky for the tent camping part, but we have found some swanky cabins that feature all the amenities for when you drag your sunburnt and exhausted butt back from the river.

I hope all of you lovely ladies (and gentlemen) have a lovely weekend and get to have at least half as much fun as I do.

Cheers!

Julie