~ Happy Anniversary!
This week we celebrated our four year anniversary. David sent me flowers at work and we went out for a nice dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. I also made my very first from scratch yellow cake with chocolate frosting which is one of David's favorites and it turned out wonderfully, if I do say so myself! While we had our dessert, I remembered how sad I was last year because I thought maybe we wouldn't be able to have kids. But here I am now big as a house and happy as a clam! The best anniversary present was, after just three very persistent phone calls from me, the receptionist from the neonatal specialist's office called me back with a negative result from my 3 hour glucose tolerance test! They want to see me again in 9 weeks to keep an eye on how big he/she is getting closer to delivery, but there are no problems and I guess our baby is just a little on the big side. What a relief!
Last night for some reason my eyes popped open at 4:20 am and I was wide awake with the baby wiggling and squirming away. I decided to get up so I wouldn't wake David since he'd have to be up in just a few hours for an 8 am shift. I was in the happiest mood thinking about all the things I need to get done that haven't even been started yet. I'm glad I was able to be patient for this long because by the time the fun of setting everything up just right is over, the baby will almost be here and I won't have to sit in a quiet room where the only thing missing is the actual baby for very long. I got on the computer and worked on the final copy of my birth plan to give my doctor at my next appointment, a list of things to order on the internet (car seat, glider, etc.) so they can be delivered here and we don't have to hassle with picking them up at the store on the other side of town. The most exciting and kind of scary was my list of what to pack in my hospital bag. I ordered a hospital gown with matching robe and it arrived in the mail this week. I know it's silly but I wanted to spoil myself and I remembered when I had my laparoscopic surgery, having a special outfit to wear to the hospital and while healing afterwards helped me feel a little better.
As it turned out, this wasn't the only time I got woken up in the middle of the night with sprinkles in my stomach and a head full of baby thoughts; it happened four times this week. I'm so excited because the time just seems to be flying by! The baby shower given by my girlfriends is in just twp more weeks and birthing classes start the Monday after that! By the end of the day I'm exhausted because I'm usually too uncomfortable to take a nap, but how can anyone complain about being woken up for being too happy?