It feels good to be bad sometimes...

Now my belly isn't quite this big, but this is how I feel sometimes.

I know there are things that I shouldn't do, for instance go to a Christmas party where there are people that have been ill, but I want to go! I hate missing out on fun, even break-dancing-kind-of-fun!  Tim wouldn't allow me to go to his work holiday party this week because there was a flu going around the office.  I threw a temper-tantrum, told him that I had a kung-fu immune system and pouted till I was blue in the face. I still didn't get to go. However, Tim went without me and still woke up the next morning with a killer stomach flu. We're still waiting to see if I get it. Keep you fingers crossed people!  There's been some major disinfecting going on around our house in hopes that we've kicked the funk out for good today though.

I have joked around with my Mom that this pregnancy has been nice to me because when Little B comes it's going to be a mini-Tim (regardless of gender) and will definitely keep me on my toes!  Really though, we all like to cut loose, and no one wants to miss out on something fun right? That goes for Little B too I think. There's some excitement to come and I'm getting ready for it!

It's not bad when there's a weird pregnant chick trying her hand at break dancing, or booty shaking for that matter, is it?  Now, if you see me spinning on my head, to a boombox, with some gangsters, at the corner of 6th and Congress, on a cardboard box, then maybe we should talk about what's good and bad for Little B, but for now...eh we're doing just fine.