I'm out in the real world again! Or rather, back at my office. But that's much more like the real world than the inside of my condo. I've pretty much spent the past week at home, working when I felt up to it, complaining about how miserable I felt the rest of the time, and listening to the pledge drive on the local NPR radio station. I am in awe of the people on that station and their ability to come up with new and interesting ways to motivate people to give. Sounds like they're raising pretty much what they need so far, so that's good!
Had an OB appointment this morning. Which my sweetie kindly drove me to and then stayed around and drove me to the office afterwards, so I didn't have to waddle downhill from the doctor to my office. He was less than impressed with the appointment- I think he'd given up on going with me by this point with Ethan, so he was unaware of the dullness of the early 3rd trimester appointments. Two weeks ago I had a blood draw and a rhogam shot though, so I was happy for a generic weight/heartbeat check.
So... tomorrow's my birthday! I have this funny habit of mentally aging myself a year once the calendar turns to January. Not sure why. So I've been thinking of myself as 32 for the past few months, and now I have to stop and calculate my actual age to figure out if I'm just turning 32 tomorrow or if I'm older than that. I'm turning 32 tomorrow, in case you care. I still find the whole "I'm in my 30s thing weird". Just like I still find the idea that I'm someone's (and soon to be two someones'!) mother totally unbelievable. I keep waiting to wake up and find out that I'm still just 15 and this was all a dream. That would be easier to grasp, I think.
Not a huge birthday planned for tomorrow. Brunch at our favorite restaurant in Belltown, then hitting another co-op sale to try to find some toys for Ethan that are actually interesting to him. And grocery shopping! I think there's a planned trip to Cupcake Royale to have coffee and pick up some cupcakes too. Daniel made a stupid statement about that planned outing, something like "we'll stop there and have coffee, but we dont need to eat a cupcake then because we'll want to have one at night." Like having a cupcake in the late morning/early afternoon and having one in the evening are in anyway mutually exclusive. Especially for someone who is celebrating her birthday AND is 30 weeks pregnant. Being married to a skinny person never ceases to confuse me. :)