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Happy birthday to me!
May. 4th, 2007 10:52 pmI am spoiled rotten. My parents came down today and took me out to lunch. When I got home from work, they were already here, and they spent about four and a half hours burning the pile of branches and leaves and vines in the back yard that we have been meaning to get around to for AGES. They also brought M an oil barrel for future burning endeavors and a carseat and stroller for Ducky. When that had been taken care of, they cooked me a birthday dinner of grilled steak (they brought their own grill, as we don't have one), baked potatoes, onions and mushrooms and coleslaw. Then there was my traditional birthday strawberry pie (cause I adore strawberry pie and care oh-so-little about cake.) And then presents! Small presents plus a bit of money.. all of the things I had specifically asked for. (A small whiteboard, two pie pans and four spoons. What can I say, I'm easy. Don't tell M.)
Then they assembled a bed in the sunroom and are now out there sleeping. And that is why I have not had time to post, and still do not, because I am worn out. It would have been nice if I hadn't had to work on my birthday, but the rest of it was very nice. M brought me flowers and a little game and some Doritos--it's my fault that the rest of my present isn't here. I specifically asked for books, but we never got around to making the Amazon order--I said I wanted to help with that. There was also singing. In other parts of the day, there were face-to-face birthday wishes, phone calls, messages on the answering machine, emails, LJ posts and a text message from London.
And, the Ducky report. I lost my mucus plug today, and have had several spells of regular, closely spaced, painful contractions, but nothing that stayed if I moved around. Cramping and back ache most of the day. I am sorry to burden you with this TMI paragraph but it's the sort of thing that makes me keep up with this journal because I know I'll want to remember. I wonder if my parents are spending the night in hopes of some middle-of-the-night baby excitement.... :)
Then they assembled a bed in the sunroom and are now out there sleeping. And that is why I have not had time to post, and still do not, because I am worn out. It would have been nice if I hadn't had to work on my birthday, but the rest of it was very nice. M brought me flowers and a little game and some Doritos--it's my fault that the rest of my present isn't here. I specifically asked for books, but we never got around to making the Amazon order--I said I wanted to help with that. There was also singing. In other parts of the day, there were face-to-face birthday wishes, phone calls, messages on the answering machine, emails, LJ posts and a text message from London.
And, the Ducky report. I lost my mucus plug today, and have had several spells of regular, closely spaced, painful contractions, but nothing that stayed if I moved around. Cramping and back ache most of the day. I am sorry to burden you with this TMI paragraph but it's the sort of thing that makes me keep up with this journal because I know I'll want to remember. I wonder if my parents are spending the night in hopes of some middle-of-the-night baby excitement.... :)
