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!

I 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.
Ivy, Oli, Bett, Wil, and Tony are all arriving tomorrow. I'm very excited! I told them that if all goes as planned, we can check out the Irvine Harvest Festival tomorrow night. Bett asked, "are you sure you're going to be okay?" Sure, why not? I might as well spend an evening having fun with my friends before being confined to bedrest and hourly feedings for a while. Speaking of Irvine Harvest Festival, I was reminscing over last year...how when Aric and I went, we weren't engaged or married, AND definitely not expecting a child. Once again, a lot can happen in 12 months. I also remember that the popular song at that time was "Who Let The Dogs Out"...reason I remember that is because these annoying junior high schoolers, sitting behind us on a ride, kept singing it at the top of their lungs. *roll eyes*

My 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!"
Interesting. In Asian countries, I notice that guys don't have any qualms about commenting on other guys' good looks. They're pretty open about it. I think it's a cultural thing. They're not homophobic as people in the States are. Tony got quite a lot of compliments from other guys on our Taiwan trip a couple years back. His moniker then was "swai-guh" (chinese for "good-looking brother"). HAHAHAHA!

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