Have you ever heard of a dadchelor party? Itâ€™s basically like a bachelor party, but for first-time dads. Complete with bar crawl and acts of public humiliation. Tonight was the Husbandâ€™s and our friend Seanâ€™s dadchelor celebration.
I would show you the front of these shirts, but the guys may kill me. Hereâ€™s a description: thereâ€™s a sling sewn onto the front with a Cabbage Patch doll tucked in. And they each have a button that says, â€œNew Dad â€“ Give Me Advice!â€ Part of the evening entails fulfilling a â€˜scavenger huntâ€™ list that includes: finding a pregnant woman to take a picture with (may be difficult at a barâ€¦), getting someone to show them how to burp and change the Cabbage Patch doll, and learning a lullaby. Oh, how Iâ€™d love to be a fly on the wallâ€¦
Now, itâ€™s not fair to let the guys have all the fun â€“ a few of the female counterparts (including the other mommas-to-be) decided to come together at my place for a ladiesâ€™ night in.
We had a delicious dinner â€“ I just made this simple quinoa dish that included pineapple chunks, peas, corn, chickpeas, and sunflower seeds.
And for dessert, we had ice cream and brownies. Yesssss.
In a sugar coma, we all curled up on the couch and watched a chick flick. We considered painting our nails to make the ladiesâ€™ night in seem complete, but we never got there. Toes seem far away at this point.
This may just be the pregnancy hormones talkinâ€™, but evening in > evening out.