More moving, more grooving, and more growing. That pretty much sums up this week. Went to Harry Potter for my birthday and spent the whole moving feeling the little one move around. I think it was the noise of the theater. Or maybe it could tell how mad I was at the persons two rows back who kept whispering loudly. At least I managed not to have to get up once during the movie.
Before we went to the movie, I opened my presents (which were awesome and nothing baby related) and then we went to dinner with the two couples who were also going to the movie with us. I ate the most amazing crab cake sandwich and fries. I finished everything on my plate it was that good (and I was that hungry.) My favorite present has to the be the Russian Communist Leader nesting dolls I asked for. I have always wanted a set, and I found a really detailed one on eBay but they wanted way too much for it, so I looked on Amazon and found an equally interesting set for much less. They are so detailed that Gorbachev's right eye droops like it does in real life.
It still seems hard to believe that next birthday, the big 30, I will a mother. I know my birthdays will never be the same again, but I am alright with that.
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The next Bday may be blah, but I was touched when Rebecca 1st said "Happy Birthday Mommy!" (Tear, sniff!) So glad you had a great day, we're seeing Potter Saturday for our anniversary. Glad all is well!
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