I woke up this morning to a ham, fried egg, and cheese sandwich. My doctor had told me to have a nice big breakfast before I go in to get monitored...so Aric woke up a little earlier than usual, made me breakfast, put it on my bedside table, and planted a kiss on my sleepy lips before heading off to work. Shhhhh...don't tell any of his friends though, they'll definitely ride him like a rodeo horse for it. To me, breakfast in bed is such a treat! It's right up there with getting a manicure, pedicure, or massage. It's such a pampering gesture! I LOVE IT!
was hooked up to the fetal heart monitor for a couple of hours, and
as my instincts told me, there was nothing wrong with the baby's heartbeat.
From the monitor, it also indicated that I was having contractions every
15 minutes. HUH?!...I was???? I didn't feel a thing. My doctor checked
me and I was dialated to 2 cm today. But that doesn't really say much,
since people can be dialated 2 cm for weeks. The doctor said that if
I don't have the baby by Saturday, she's ordering an induction for Saturday
morning. I don't really know what her rush is, but Saturday is fine
with me....since that's the day we've all been anticipating.
friend Rich commented on my question yesterday on why 'guys can't really
comment on other guys...'. He said: "about the hot-dude
vs gay-comment thing.....if guys are secure about their own sexuality,
then they won't mind saying some other dude is hot, etc. usually the
ones that make a big fuss about not being gay are gay!"
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