44th birthday

Here's my birthday cake(s). Made by the 12-year-old. She insisted on 44 candles. No, we did not set off the smoke alarm.

We went to In-N-Out burger (my choice). I think my burger fixation is about done. Fortunately.

Tiffany gave me a pair of platform heels. I had encouraged her to get them for herself, and then she wrapped them up and surprised me. I wasn't expecting it. It's convenient that we wear the same shoe size. My 12-year-old also can wear them. If I let her.

Friday Flashback: Baby talk

The Post In Which I Ensure Pregnancy, from September 2010.

Last night, at the supper table, Paul made the offhand remark: "I guess we just need to have another baby."

He was joking, but he got the kids all excited. 

I had to quash things before they got their hopes up too much.

"Do you know how hard it would be at my age to get pregnant?" I tell them. It's hard for them all of them to realize it.

One of my friends, who is slightly younger than me and turns 43 this month, is trying to get pregnant right now. She cannot adopt because her man has M.S. They're having to go through all sorts of hoops and buy donor eggs and donor sperm. 

She has a blog about it. She's a really good and funny writer. It's worth checking out.

Bloodwork and Cynthia Vincent shoes

All my bloodwork came back normal, as I predicted.

Which means less fussing from all the medical people about being pregnant at my so-called advanced maternal age. Of course, they were calling it advanced maternal age when I was 36; now I'll admit that label's a bit closer to accurate.

I played Rachel Zoe for a friend yesterday, which was nice.

Remember -- or not -- my obsession with the Cynthia Vincent for Target shoes last spring?

While walking around the mall for five hours with the friend, I spied a pair of real Cynthia Vincents. On sale for $274 instead of $399. So, that's totally in my price range, right?

Well, no. But I tried them on anyway. Interestingly, they were also way too loose in the ankle, just like my Target ones. And they were lovely. But the last thing I need is a pair of $274 shoes with six-inch platforms when I'm three months pregnant. My center of gravity hasn't shifted yet, but it will.

The maxi skirt

I bought a Target gauze maxi-skirt online, and that is my first foray into the whole "maxi" trend.

The smallest size they had left was a Large. I knew it ran big from the reviews, but this thing is completely massive. I'll be able to wear it when I'm ready to deliver. It's also hugely long. I always have a problem with my skirts being too short; with this one, I wear it well above my natural waist to get it not to drag on the floor.