I have been a lazy blogger long enough and this week forces combined to bring about enough momentum that resulted in a blog post. First my sister in law knitted me a lovely beanie which adorns my head in the picture. Second, my disgust that "teen advocate" and "worst dancer ever in her age group" Bristol Palin has not yet been voted off Dancing With the Stars- yes I am a little ashamed to admit I watch it almost weekly. I justify it as room mate bonding time- nonetheless I needed to showcase the beanie and channel my Bristol frustration in a more productive manner, hence my Halloween costume: me trying to look like a pregnant teen indicated by the leggings and Ugg boots.
Fortunately, I don't look like Bristol Palin and have about twice as much rhythm than her, which isn't saying much. (I think my Bishop might have an incriminating video of pregnant Jessica dancing to the song "Dancing with Yourself," I am astounded by the number of people who fought the urge to bust a move during that song, its so danceable.) Any ways, at the Halloween Party I went to Friday night I had to put Juno on my name tag and Future Breastfeeder for anyone to figure out that I wasn't just looking for an excuse to walk around knocked up.
In conclusion, I love my beanie, I hope Bristol gets voted off DWTS soon, but fear the conservative conspiracy that is keeping her on will last at least through the elections this week, and can only imagine how hard it is to get around when one is really pregnant. It was hard enough to bend over and such with just a pillow duct taped to my abdomen.