Months ago, I specifically told my sister that I did not want a big extravaganza this time around since the first shower was big and now I'm having another boy. But I did tell her that I wanted to have a henna design done on my belly, hence the Indian theme.
The party was my kind of perfect: insert a semi-ghetto henna artist that my sister found on Craigslist who got into a fight over the phone with her flaky babysitter whilst henna-ing my sister (who was trapped in a state of awkwardness), my grandmother refusing to have henna done unless it was on her "whoo-haaa", and my mother prancing around like a toddler proclaiming her overwhelming desire to have a sea-horse (of all things) as her henna design; it was just another one of our usual parties. The Indian food was delicious (and spicy) too, and it was complemented with a dessert of mini-Twix bars, mini ice cream cones, and apple pie: not a gestational diabetes-friendly dessert. But who cares, right? I'm cured!
I couldn't say no to the Twix bars. I think I ate about 4 or 5 minis.
A sharp, familiar, and constant pain on my right rib cage. I imagine that both Diego and his new little brother on the way like to jam their little feets on the same spot of my rib cage and keep it there..................for hours. That's what it feels like at least. Speaking of feets, I added a special little side detail on my henna belly. So cute!
|Not MY belly. LOL! I wish!|