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it's the day that hallmark makes you feel like shit if you're single.

BUT
i'm not single so i'm bragging on my shit.

i'd convinced myself that Jay was gonna be an evil asshole and not get me anything and make me a thousand times more miserable than before. luckily, he remembered i'm not a very nice person when i don't get gifts on special occasions.

now, he says he intentionally made me think he was upset with me so i wouldn't constantly ask him what he got me for V-Day. not cute. anyhoos, at midnight, i was gifted with pink & blue tulips with a care bear valentine card (made from the kit!!!) and a gift set of carol's daughter ocean collection.

i'm not sure who was most excited about the gift, me or baby girl. she's such a little busy body. i'm really happy he remembered tulips are my favorite and that i love the care bears! that card was so fuckin cute; especially considering i'd just wrote about how he snubbed me on V-Day 13 years ago. i'm more surprised he actually pays attention to the products [carol's daughter] i use.

for him, i got Jay a bvlgari gift set since he loves that cologne so much, a cutesy little card, and a scrapbook i've started that chronicles our relationship from the very beginning to the pregnancy. it's something we can finish together while awaiting the little one's arrival; though something tells me i'm gonna be putting in more hours than he will.

after the gift exchange, i got a backrub. and once the wiggle worm settled down, i got some much-needed lovin'.

this morning was the checkup. it looks like she's gained a couple ounces and she's about an inch longer than last week. definitely a plus. but she's still being a stubborn and has not turned yet. boooo.
nothing really new to report. any day now is fair game, but we wanna go the whole 40 weeks to give her enough time to gain some more weight. i'm aiming for spring break-- Jay's midterms will be out of the way and he won't have to miss a significant amount of class days. i'm getting neerrrrrvous again.

apparently, there's more to this valentine's gift because i was just told to get my ass upstairs and find something "nice" to wear because he has a surprise for me. dinner, maybe? he better have reservations cause i'm not walking my pregnant ass all downtown trying to find somewhere to eat when it's 25 damn degrees outside.

happy valentine's day, y'all.
eat lots of chocolate for me. =)

Labels: baby business, my love

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