It's My Birthday and I'll Blog if I Want To

Honestly, I kind of always forget it's my birthday. I just have so much other stuff to focus on that until someone else greets me with birthday wishes, I think it's another day. And most people don't know when my birthday is. I just don't like to be the center of attention. I never tell the kids, and I always discourage my sweet husband from doing something.

I think he's had enough of that, though. I don't know if it's the rough time I'm having with this pregnancy or just the years of me telling him "no, nothing big," but he has outdone himself this year.

First off, he bought me this...

I could have peed myself. Well, almost peeing one's self when pregnant happens more than most pregnant ladies like to talk about. And, believe me, he got a good deal on it. If he'd have paid the $600 sticker price, I would have shot him in the foot with all of the medical expenses that are occurring with this pregnancy. My old watch was on it's last legs from everyday wear over the past few years.

And then he got me a rose delivered to the house. Just one rose with a note that only said he loved me. It was perfect. 

And then, oh it's not over yet, he's using a gift certificate we got for Christmas to go get me steak and shrimp and eggplant for dinner. I'm getting a big ol' 13oz ribeye with some fried eggplant covered with shrimp creole and a piece of king cake cheesecake. I am soooo looking forward to dinner - which is being brought to me, so I can watch in pj's in bed watching Dark Shadows if I want to! Which means I don't have to worry about anyone seeing my fat lip... I'll share that embarrassing story in a minute. 

Other than that, it's been a normal day. The kids and I slept in and cuddled in bed for a while before I got up to make breakfast. I made them some donuts and we've read stories and played games and I've fixed Auds' hair to match each of her 10 outfits she's worn so far today. Now, I'm taking a blogging break while I work in the studio on some precious newborn portraits. 

So how did my fat lip happen? It's so embarrassing. It's raining here. A lot. Like massive flooding 13+ inches in a day raining. Our yard is a swamp pretty much, but our house is dry and for that I'll praise the Lord. I'm also thankful that we didn't get hit by the two tornadoes that rampaged just a bit from our house. Anyway, it was raining and cold, my hardworking husband was working what would end up being a 17 hour day and we had no food in the house. So, I bundled the kids up and took them to make groceries. In the 30 degree weather. In the rain. Right before lunch. While pregnant. Sometimes I wonder about myself. 

Anyway, the mail had just passed and I didn't want to walk down our long driveway to get it so I thought "I'll just drive up to the mailbox on my way out." Yeah...haha. As I'm leaning out of the van to get the mail, I bumped the window button and it started to roll up hitting me square in the mouth and catching my head between the window and the top of the door before stopping and going back down. Thank goodness no one was out to see that. "Honey, what happened today?" "Oh, nothing. That pregnant lady next door got her head stuck in her van window when she was hanging out of it." 

And, let me tell you, it hurt! I now have a big fat lip and a bruise. It's attractive, let me tell you. 

The most random stuff happens to me, I think I should write a book. Perhaps I'll call it "The Woman Who Gets Attacked by Windows and the $100k+ Pregnancy." Lemonade from lemons, folks!