28 years; 7 weeks preggo

So it was my birthday this past Tuesday!  I'm a big fan of my birthday.  I think this stems from always feeling like there was never a date to have a party, and sometimes not really having a party when I was younger.  May's always so crazy.  I usually had a banquet, dress rehearsal, recital, final exam, or graduation on my birthday or the weekend closest to it.  I used to hate that I had a May birthday, but now I love it.  May is such an exciting month!  The weather is usually nice.  Everyone is excited about the end of the school year, and the promises of an awesome summer.

For my birthday this year Hubs whipped up some french toast with sliced peaches ... yumm.  I didn't even mind that we didn't have syrup (a couple of months ago I finally threw out a bottle that we had had for years ... not that high fructose corn syrup goes bad!)  We met up for a late lunch with my sister and parents at Haven, which has become a new favorite.  We sat on their patio, by a pretty water feature enjoying a shrimp corn dog, deviled eggs, a delicious and tender steak, and freshly made lemonade.

After lunch I went straight to teach, where I wasn't the nicest teacher in the whole world, but apparently cracked up my Intermediate & Advanced Ballet students.  Who knew I was so funny?  Unfortunately my Ballet 2As (average age 7), got into a little trouble because they couldn't hold still for more then 10 seconds (maybe not even that long), but they all gave me hugs at the end of class with cheery "happy birthdays", so I couldn't have been that mean.

Last night after I finished teaching Hubs and I went out with our awesome friends Randi and Donald to Beaver's.  Their ginger soda is a new addiction! SO GOOD.  It was such a fun time of catching up, and I was totally planning on telling Randi about the belly, but just never felt the overwhelming desire.  In fact I didn't invite other people to join so that I could tell her/them.  However, she graduates this weekend, and all of her sisters will be in town, and I'll be around, and I think that she would want to tell her sisters: I know I found out about some of their pregnancies before they told their friends.  And I totally don't mind them knowing since they live in different states, and I never see them, and if I miscarry she'll be the one to have to share the news.  BUT, I'm going to see them all this weekend.  That, and I've waited this long to tell people, I might as well wait till the confirmation appointment on Tuesday.

Speaking of the belly and confirmation appointments: Sunday the 15th marked 7 weeks preganant.  According to "the bump": Baby's brain -- bothe hemispheres! -- is growing fast, generating about one hundred new cells every minute. Arms and legs are emerging as joints start to form, and a permanent set of kidneys (baby's third!) is now in place.


On Monday I was really wishing I hadn't changed the appointment, and would be going to the doctor on my birthday, but now that the day has passed, and I'm now only 5 days away, I feel fine.  I'd rather the results of the ultrasound were more conclusive than kind of know one week sooner.  Hopefully the belly has a perfectly formed heart that is beating strongly, and if not, I have peace about that too.