A Sobering New Year's Eve

Being pregnant definitely throws a wrench into partying. New Year's Eve was no exception. Forget the bars. Forget raucous house parties. Forget the copious amounts of toasting and tasting cocktails and champagne. While those celebrations of old have been fun, this year we celebrated a little differently.

Take a look.

We climbed the nearest lump of land around 11:30 pm—the Great Blue Hill. It took about 20 minutes to get to the top and we ushered in the new year, side by side in the dark, at the top of a stone observation tower. It was cold and breezy, and perfect. The fireworks over Boston Harbor were the size of my thumb nail, and we could hear other towns' attempts at being festive, too. I had my best friend at my side, and our little family was together. Perhaps a sign of New Year's celebrations to come!

-Emily