Yesterday was Dh's 33rd Birthday. It was great. We celebrated all weekend and I feel bloated this morning (PG? Maybe? Ha.).
On Friday we went to Disneyland with a few friends. That is always fun. And by the way, this was one of the first times I skipped some rides because I *might* be pregnant. I hated doing it, because I had to tell my friends who came why I wasn't riding big thunder or Tower or Terror, but they were fine. They're both single and my DH and I are constantly comparing IF to being single, and they both did the same thing. So it confirmed yet again, what great friends these girls are.
On Saturday we went out to dinner with my family and came back and played a new game, Nerts. I think it also goes by 'oh hell', or 'peanuts'. At any rate, the game was really fun and I totally won.
Sunday we went to church and then came home and took a nap. And then read. And then I took another nap. And then we went out to a nice dinner, just the two of us for Dh's birthday. It's the restaurant where our wedding reception was and it's always highly romantic and fun. We always talk about how 'aweseme' our wedding was. We're so stuck up!
Then Yesterday (the actual birthday) we went over to Dh's mom's place and had lunch and hung out for a while. It was nice, but sometimes it's depressing to be at my mother in laws. She's incredibly great, but no one there (mom, brother, sister) has much motivation to live life, and you can end up feeling like you want to fix everything. But no one there sees the problem. That situation probably deserves it own blog entry.
Last night then we went to get Dh's gift, he got to pick out a new cell phone. He got the e*nV2 from Verizo*n. I think he's happy so I feel good about his gift. We had dinner with my bro and SIL, and then saw the movie Rol*e Mo*dels. Um... let's just say that the movie made me question whether or not I even want to have children because the movie just showed how awful kids and people can be. I have SUCH issues with nudity in the movies. Particularly nudity in movies aimed at 15 year olds (even if they're rated R, that doesn't stop most kids...that never stopped me!). And this movie was just awful. My bro and SIL? Loved it. I just felt dirty and like I should have gotten up. I even cried about it on the way home... which leads to my next thought: My brain then thinks, Okay girl, you're crying about a movie with Paul W*alker in it... maybe you are knocked up! Over reaction? check!
I'm not testing until I start spotting (which I figure is inevitable), but I'm hopeful. More hopeful than I should be.
Bring on the babies!