Twenty-twenty-twenty four!

Every year, I think I’ve had the greatest birthday celebration a girl could ask for… and then every year somehow tops the last. I really didn’t think that was going to be possible this time around. I mean, let’s keep in mind that last year I went to Vegas and Maui, saw Madonna in concert, and parasailed over the Pacific Ocean. The previous year? I had all of my guy friends dress up in drag while all my lady friends dressed up in lingerie, and then we took a hummer limo to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Before that? I threw a Vegas-themed birthday in LA… and then decided last-minute that I’d spend my 21st birthday in Vegas — basically the dream. And let’s not forget my Alice in Wonderland themed 20th birthday bash that ended up with way too many Madhatters in the jacuzzi on my roof.

So, you get the idea.

Birthdays are so important to me; there are lots of reasons why that’s the case, but I think the primary reason is that your birthday celebrates you. I don’t mean to make this political, but as you all know, I’m a staunch capitalist, and I believe deeply in the individual. A birthday is a day to celebrate the individual — your birth, your life, your joy.

Besides that, I just love parties.

I’ve technically still got 24 hours before I turn 24. The celebrations started early this year, though, with my 24th Birthday/Sex Party.

I wasn’t sure at first how I was going to make this work. I mean, when you’re six months pregnant, the last thing you really want to do is go to a concert or get on an airplane. Drinking also wasn’t an option, so I had to get creative. And I’d like to think that I succeeded again.

I’ve met and heard of plenty of pregnant women throwing gender reveal parties for their babies. They all do the same thing, and they all got it from Pinterest: you slice the cake open, and the icing is either blue or pink. Most mommas even let someone else handle the cake so that they don’t know the gender of the baby until the party. As much as I liked the cake idea, I wanted to do things differently. Also, I wanted to be the first to know my baby’s gender, so I found out like a month ago and just kept it a secret. I figured that, if I could hide the fact that there was a human growing inside me for so many months, then I could keep pretty much any secret (for a little while, at least).

First, my guests entered through here:


I built up the suspense by hanging pink and blue streamers in the hallway and little clouds with old wives’ tales to help people try to predict the gender (stuff like “If momma is craving sweets then it’s a girl!”). I made White Russians and put them in party favor baby bottles:


& Obi and Luis helped me bake zebra cupcakes and ice them with blue and pink chromosomes. Obi was an incredible help throughout the entire day on Saturday — nailing the pinata into my ceiling and even taking over to finish the pork chops when I got party streamer ADD (I served pork chops, french fries, rice, and brussel sprouts at the party — some of the stuff that I’ve been craving during my pregnancy).


The party was just a blast. We ate, we danced; people came from New York, New Jersey, Maryland, Virginia, and Columbia Heights. And then we broke open the pinata that I’d filled with confetti and candy.

Surprise! It’s a boy!

I can’t even begin to thank everyone for all of the amazing gifts they brought for me and Baby Maxwell. I got almost everything off my registry!! I feel so incredibly loved and blessed and thankful and happy; I was nearly in tears. We got baby blankets, a baby carrier, a tadpole baby bathtub, washcloths, a baby bottle package that even includes a pacifier and bottle brush, a cook book and dish towel, a robe, baby clothes, an IHOP gift card to satisfy my cravings, DVDs like Knocked Up and Baby Mama because my friends are hilarious, baby hats and mittens (luckily, they’re blue because Vince KNEW it was going to be a boy), the list goes on. I even got nursing pads and an AMAZING body pillow. My sleep has never been better.

On top of that, I got a baby bouncer and a rocker — not just ANY bouncer though: Priscilla and Vince got me the SNUGAMONKEY!! ❤


Lucy really appreciates the gifts, too.


After the party, I kept celebrating with my big sister. We had a fabulous brunch at the Front Page, and then she took me on a shopping spree at Babies ‘R Us. Some of this stuff, I think, was also for her:


I have so much more to say and so many more pictures to post, but I have to stop somewhere, so I’ll end here and just say thank you all so much — those of you who were able to celebrate my birthday with me, those of you got gifts for me and Max, and those of you who were cheering me on from afar and just waiting anxiously for the pinata to break 🙂

I’ve never been happier.


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