Mama Massey

My baby had babies this week.

Now I know how my parents feel.

Just last week she was my cute little kitten with a suspiciously big belly.

But in my mind she was still the tiny little fluffball who came to the farm seven months ago.

But now she's created a new family of little furbabies for me to spoil.

She had her babies up in the rafters of the barn and has yet to bring them down for us to meet.

So until then, I don't have any cute pictures to share.

But I have something better.

When Massey was super pregnant last week she didn't do much more than relax.

I caught her napping on the tractor manuals desk out in the barn -- letting my husband serenade her with some old school country on the radio.

He has no idea this video even exists:

I recommend the fullscreen view so you can really see him getting in to it.

Just in case you missed it, here are a couple of other little gems of my husband jamming out when he thinks no one is looking/listening:

Car Singing

Mandolin Breakdown

Who Brought the Old Lady?

What a difference a few years can make.

This picture was taken before my senior sorority formal in the spring of 2005:

Fast forward eight years.

My husband was asked to be an alumni guest speaker as his college fraternity's formal this past weekend.

Subtract some hair (on his part) and add in some hips, extra pounds and a baby belly (on my part) and here you have it:

Damn, we've aged.

Yes, I was the 29-year-old pregnant woman in a sea of drunk 20-somethings wearing mini dresses this weekend.

Awesome.

I could see the pity in those girls' eyes.

And all I could think was ... I used to be you.

Just wait, you will be me  in a few years. 

(Insert evil laugh here)

That size four and spray tan won't last forever, girlfriend.

One day you will wake up and realize it doesn't matter anymore.

Because if you picked the right date tonight, he just might marry you and love you anyway.

And you'll love him ... even though he refuses to ever smile and look normal in pictures.

Seriously, dude.

Just ONE picture. 

Before we left town I went ahead and took the obligatory baby bump picture in the hotel mirror.

This is me officially at the half-way mark.

And that's probably all you'll get folks.

I'm not trying to plaster my belly all over the internet.