What's It Gonna Be?

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I want to teach my child to: Play fair.
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The caramel apple martini was yummy! All of the half that I drank! I don't know why but I couldn't even finish it after all that anticipation. Oh well. The girls' night in was fun. It was sandwiched in between going to the Penny-Arcade Expo. For those of you unfamiliar, that's a game convention; video games, tabletop games, card games, etc. I played in the Halo tournament with my team and we lost. But it was fun. And I was one of only a few females out of the 2000+ guys that went. So I spent Saturday day at PAX, Saturday night with the girls, then back to PAX on Sunday. Exhausting.

I think I'm having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I'm growing up. I feel like there are imaginary arms pulling me at the waist as I cling to a metal pole as hard as I can. I started to think about the very real possibility that next year I'll be 9 months pregnant, or fresh out of labor when the next PAX comes to town. I was slightly depressed that I may not be able to go, or if I go, I'll stick out like a sore thumb. I mean I already did stick out because I was a girl, but that was okay. Being pregnant playing Halo might be a hilarious sight. It might actually be a little disturbing. But really I'm just a normal girl who likes to play video games. I hope I don't have to stop being me just because I'll be having a baby. I feel like I need to decide what I'm gonna be. Full-on mom that never has fun, or Emily, mom, girl gamer, chef, athlete, musician, gardener, writer. I vote for the latter. Is that okay?