The boys are taking Whip out while we have a wild sleepover night at Lucy’s with movies and popcorn planned. “You know, Mary, only you would make it so your bachelorette party had to be innocent.” I wink at Lucy laughing because I know how much she hates that nickname. “Whatever, maybe it’s better this way because God knows what you would have gotten me into if I weren’t pregnant. The boys probably would have ended up needing to bail us out of jail.” She shakes her head. “Yeah, but that’s how you know you had an amazing bachelorette party.” I wink at her again. Someone knocks at the door and I get up grabbing the cash for the pizzas that we ordered. “Luce, this shit smells disgusting,” I say as I walk in with the stack of boxes. “I had to explain to the poor guy that you were pregnant just so he didn’t think I was some freak.” “Yeah, well you try ignoring a craving.
