Okay, so I'm almost two weeks late. Gimme a break. :)

Tuesday, the 19th, was my actual birthday. My husband took the day off since he was going to a meeting at church that night. (You can do things like that fairly easily when you're self-employed, although it didn't QUITE work out as a whole day off - more on that later.) He took me to IHOP for breakfast because I was craving Swedish pancakes. Then we went and did some errands which included buying me some "girl stuff to wear", some clothes, and picking up paint chips to make a decision on what exact color to paint the nursery. In the midst of all this, he got a call from one of his clients who had an emergency plumbing problem that he had to go take care of later in the day. See? No way my husband can REALLY take a whole day off. Something always comes up. :) As he was getting ready to leave to go take care of his client, a car pulls into our driveway. Lo and behold, it is my father. Yes my father. The father who has not remembered my birthday since my mother died. This would be, for those of you keeping score, the 5th birthday I've had since then. He is very pleased that the baby's middle name will be after my mom. So we heard from him three weeks in a row. I am not kidding myself that any of this really has anything to do with me. I know it is all about the baby, but at least he is taking an interest. We shall see how long it lasts. Didn't hear from him this week, so it didn't seem to last too long. Mike was good, though, and didn't leave until my dad did. :) And when he came back from his job, he brought me a banana cream pie from Marie Callendar's. Yay!! For some reason while being pregnant, cake does not excite me as much as it normally does, but banana cream pie sure does. Go figure.

On Wednesday, we had a dr's appointment which I will try to post more on later. More stuff to worry about, but the baby is doing GREAT!!! It is all just a matter of whether she will have to come early or not. We are almost to 28 weeks and that is a 95% chance of survival and of no problems, so everything after that is icing. Of course, we hope she stays in there as long as possible, but to have gotten this far is certainly a blessing. After the doctor, we ate lunch, he ran to check out a job, and then we went to the salon to get a hair cut. I haven't had my hair cut since June before I was going through the "morning" sickness stuff. It needed it. So did Mike's. It's always fun to be pampered, so I enjoyed it. My hair is shorter than it's ever been, but I think it looks cute. :) My friend says I look like a mom now. Is it the hair or the extremely protuding tummy that makes her say so? ;)

Saturday I went out to lunch with another friend and her little munchkin who was almost one year old at the time and now IS one year old! :) That was a nice break from the norm as well.

So that was birthday number 38. My husband didn't faint from sticker shock at how much bras cost nor did he freak out too much about how much the salon cost us. He's a pretty darned good guy. I think I will keep him. :)

And thanks to all of you who remembered my birthday with a message or an email or a phone call or lunch or whatever. Love you!