Mid-to late May. And thank you!

I'm glad they said "hey nuts are okay", because I missed the memo that they weren't at one point. Baby Bourbon is going to LOVE peanut butter and cashews based on my eating so far.

Were there like 20 people at this parade? I'm pretty sure "the precious children" were few are far between.

Maybe Kanye is her new stylist.

Come to Yeezus. I died.

Not gonna lie. If I could tolerate the pain of a tattoo, I would get a cat one. But I'm a wuss.

Mr. Bourbon is a silver fox at 33. Also born & bred Irishman, Rowr.

FUCK. All the hormonal pregnancy feels ON TOP OF all of these feels.

Oh no, my shins/calves are furry with dark, thick hairs on ghost white skin. I guess all the brow hairs went there.

I'm one of those nice eyebrows in nature people. I literally do nothing except pluck the maybe 5 stragglers that missed the memo as to where the arches are. Always looked the same since birth.

Thankfully, my asshole cat just drinks the tree water. She chewed on a few needles and chucked that up, but she only climbed as a kitten.

All of which are lovely. I'm jealous of lighter-haired women who can go red without double-processing.

My hair is too dark to really work. I ended up with more of what ScarJo had at one point.

Her hair color is what I paid oodles of dollars to try to replicate (and gave up). So pretty.

YASSSS!

I'm convinced my fur ball is solar-powered.

GAH! Want! My H&M store doesn't have a baby section so I'm stuck with their online-only options.

Ditto. We're not finding out either. I cannot stand all of the frou frou nonsense "because it's a GIRL!".

I did navy and pink. In April. No pastel shit for me.

Oh no! I'm worried about that since I have a very narrow rib cage to start.