Happy anniversary to me!

(Oh, and to Molly and Drew too.)

See, today is the one year anniversary of the last time I was a bridesmaid. And I can not believe how much things have changed in the past year.

Welcome to what I like to call my own personal baby boom.

• Molly and Drew got married a year ago today and are expecting a baby in January.

• Sissy #1 got pregs and had a baby in October. (My sweet little nugget nephew.)

• Sissy #2 got pregs and is due in February. (My soon-to-be sweet little nugget niece.)

• Simply Married got pregs and had a baby about a week ago. (Can't wait to meet you, Aubrey!)

• And my cousin got pregs and is due in January. (Another little lady to add to the fam.)

I suppose I should have expected this. I mean, after you're a bridesmaid a zillion times, it only stands to reason that the next stage of your life will be going to a zillion baby showers.

But geez. How did I go from buying candy nipple tassels to buying breast pumps?

Baby mama drama

Hi, guys! I had sooooo planned to write this post sooner.

It was gonna be about my drink cheating on Friday nite.

With a recap of my sister's baby shower on Sunday to boot.

But that all got thrown for a loop when my sissy (the same one we had a shower for the day before) got in a crazy bad car accident on Monday afternoon. The accident wasn't her fault, but she ended up getting hit by cars from two different directions, all the airbags in her car went off and the car was totaled.

But the baby (and soon-to-be new little man in my life) is okay. And so is she.

Phew. (And now that I know she's okay... would it have been soooooo much to ask for a cute doctor to be doing rounds while I was at the hospital? Geez.)

See? I wasn't lying with the title of this post.

So, I'll probably write more about the shower later. (Including the cake. Ahh-maaaa-zing.) But for now, I just wanted to remind all of you to be thankful every day for your sisters and girlfriends.

Because no matter whether you have a guy in your life (we all know where I fall on that spectrum right now), you will always have your sisters and friends.

And that's pretty good too. :)

Buuuuut before I go... I do have some other exciting news. (Drumroll, please.) Auntie AAB is going to be an auntie times two! That's right, folks. My other sissy is pregs too. Congrats, sis! I'm so happy for you!!! :)

So, to recap:

• Sissy one is due in October.

• Sissy two is due in February.

• And sissy three (me) is due. For a date. Real soon.

Forgive me, readers, for I may sin (tonite)

No, not in THAT way.

In the alcohol drinking way.

I'm heading out tonite for a GNO with two of my girlfriends, one of whom (L) is getting married in a few short weeks. (So you know you have at least one more summer wedding post to look forward to!) Anyhow, this will likely be our last single girls' hurrah. When I told K & L that I'm alcohol detoxing (not that I had to -- they already knew from the blog), this was the response I got from K:

We made an executive decision and you are drinking.

Who am I to argue with that? Really, I have been doing pretty well about eating healthier and avoiding those nasty little friends of mine, G & T. (Gin and tonic, for those of you who are new here. And for those of you who know me well, you know it's really B & T: blackout and tonic.)

I mean, everything in moderation, right?

(Except for dating, which I'm apparently really good at not doing.)

So, I'm not a perfect woman. I'm probably going to sneak in a few G&Ts with K&L tonite. But I sorta felt like if I confessed before I do it, it will be a less heinous crime to all of you.

As for the rest of the weekend... I'll be in prep/cooking/decorating mode for my sissy's baby shower on Sunday. I can't believe I am going to be Auntie AAB in less than two months!

Hey, I'll drink to that. ;)

Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails...

I had a Saturday full of parties, but unfortunately none of them had any potential boy toys in store for me. (Though they did both involve boys and toys.)

I started the day with a road trip to Toledo for a friend's baby shower. She's having her first kid (a boy) in May, so four of us road tripped our way there for a three-hour "open house" style shower.

(Which was awesome, BTW. If you are pregs and planning a shower, do it like this. We were instructed not to wrap presents, so the guest of honor just looked at what we gave her as soon as we came in, and then we just all hung out for the rest of the afternoon. No hours-long present opening torture.)

After the shower, we drove back home to Cleveland, at which point I immediately turned around and headed to a 2-year-old birthday party for my friends' son. (Who I discovered probably has the same maturity level as most of the guys I date: give them both some food and a bottle and they're happy.)

Anyhow, I'll tell you what... there's nothing like four-plus hours in the car with newlyweds and a new(ish) mom to remind you of how single you are. At one point, one of the girls actually had the balls to specifically call me out about not understanding how hard it is to get pregnant (probably assuming I am doing everything in my power to not get pregs -- no worries there). Um, don't insult me, please. Just because I'm not married or have children doesn't mean that I can't understand what that is like. In fact, I have had plenty of conversations with friends and family about that very topic. (Trust me.)

I really, really wanted to tell her that she had no idea what it's like to be 33, single (with friends who are getting married and/or having kids every two seconds) and not dating anyone.

But I didn't. Because I was too pissed at that point to say something that wouldn't have come out completely bitchy. So I saved it for you guys. (And it's probs still bitchy anyhow.) :)

How do you handle it when someone says something that's totally out of line to you? Confrontation? Or do you subscribe to "if you can't say anything nice..." mantra?