Ok... tomorrow is Nicks 30th birthday. I have wanted desperately to have this baby for the past two weeks. Tonight... I'm chanting "Not today, not today... Nooooooo way!" We're going out to dinner for a surprise birthday celebration, and I do NOT want to postpone the party. I don't even care if my water breaks during dinner. As long as we make it up there, we yell surprise!, and he sees that everyone loves him, I'll be a happy woman. Since I didn't find the time to get him a gift during these past couple of weeks, I even put on heels and curled my hair to make the night seem extra special. Poor guy... Of the 43 months we've been married, I've been pregnant 24 of them. He deserves to see me in something in other than sweatpants and my favorite (and much too small) pink Victoria Secret sweatshirt. Not often does he see me without my hair pulled back in a pony tail, either. Happy 30th birthday to the love of my life. Thanks for putting up with me, raging hormones, big belly, silly waddle, and all.
Didn't I tell you the enchilada dinner would work!!?? That's what worked for me the night Nick was born! Baby Havannah wants to be born on her daddy's birthday! Glad she waited!
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