dance moves like a....dad???

So, yesterday, the hubs was a best man in a wedding. Usually, if I have a wedding to go to, I always buy a new dress....no matter how many (new) dresses that I have in my closet (it's a disease). Well, I had 4 new dresses hanging in my closet that have never been touched. I had just planned on wearing one of the 4....tried on #1...couldn't get it zipped up past my boobs. Tried on #2...same thing. Tried on #3...again, same outcome. At this point, I was getting frustrated and started sweating, cussing and eventually almost crying. How could it be possible that I'm only (almost) 8 weeks along, and my dresses ALREADY don't fit?! WTF? So, I tried on brand new dress #4 and you could guess the outcome. I dug in my closet and saw a romper that I've never worn before and by the grace of God, it zipped up past my boobs. I always thought I wanted to have big boobs, but I take that back...give me back my training bra size chest!!!

So, at the wedding reception, I quickly realized that I would probably be the only sober one by the end of the night...not a position that I'm used to being in... My hubs got everyone to rally and get on the dance floor. This, of course, was after many beers and shots of Jager (ew...gonna puke just thinking about it....). The dj played some fast country songs that lit a fire in my husband's ass. His eyes got a wild look in them and he started getting crazy legs! It was like his legs were on fast forward! I even rubbed my eyes in disbelief! He literally could've cut a rug!! Then he started doing some "Elaine" dance moves...and I was mortified! I was especially mortified for the fetus in my belly! It's like I got pregnant and one of the symptoms that my husband got was dancing like a dad!!!! And today, he's hobbling around like a grandpa...