33 is the age for me

Sunday was my birthday and Chris and Stella surprised me on Saturday night with an awesome party at our house. They are a sneaky pair, those two. I had no idea until Chris and I arrived home from dinner (which, by the way, was awesome). As we pulled in, I noticed that the house lights were on, which made me suspicious, because I knew we had turned them off on our way out. Then, when Chris opened the back door, the lights were off and I heard telltale voices. But other than that, they kept it well under wraps. Nice job, you two, and thank you!

I had a lovely time hanging out with lovely people. Chris ordered an awesome ice cream cake from Mitchell's and some people supplemented with other tasties like cupcakes and an alcohol-free tiramisu (yum!). All in all, a great birthday this year.

10 fingers and 10 toes

The doctors tell me that's my baby. And I say, "Sure, that's my baby. But how do you know it's human and not an alien?" But you know, they're OBs and they do this all the time, so I will trust them, for now. At least it's not a pterodactyl like I'd feared. Giving birth to something squawky with a beak and wings is a terrifying prospect. Chris and I are going to keep calling it Ptery, instead of just "it," at least until we know the gender.

The OB resident who did my last ultrasound counted 10 fingers and 10 toes (specifically, 5 fingers on each hand and 5 fingers on each foot), showed me the nose, legs, and a fluttery little heartbeat. It's pretty damn cool.

We're due toward the end of October, so who knows, we may end up giving birth to a little ghost or goblin.