Well...here I am. One year older.
As my birth "moment" occured...I was in the triage unit of the Labor and Delivery unit I work on. I looked at the clock at precisely 1:42 am. That was the time that I was born. Or so my mom says....ha. My rear was kicked last night. I ended up working the unit by myself, for 4-5hours. And it was a bit crazy. But I felt good. I was on my game and the IV's were sliding in like butter. (Only a nurse can appreciate that).
This birthday is just mildly freaking me out. My last 30-something birthday.
All is well. I am well. My family is well.
And I have a surprise cake waiting for me in the oven. I am not supposed to know about it...but my sweet 3yo blabbed the secret to me within seconds of me walking in the front door this morning. She even walked me to the oven and showed me the display.
I will be appropriately surprised when the "surprise" is revealed later this evening.
I am hoping to get some scrapbooking done in the next couple of days...my gift to myself.
***crossing fingers***
Pizza Hut will be delivering my birthday feast this evening. I don't think that a gal should have to cook her own b-day dinner...do you???
Oh yeah...the cake above? My dream b-day cake. Someday...
Have a wonderful day!!!
3 comments:
Man, your dream cake and mine too! I hope you get it too! And definitely no cooking dinner on your birthday. It's the only reason I'm looking forward to mine, CAKE!
Happy birthday to you! I hope your day is filled with specialness!
IVs slide in like butter! now thats a great night! you need to blog the continuation of the birthday cake....how did it turn out>!>!> lovely seeing you the other night....hey, can you give this adacel for me, im sitting here and im REALLY busy! (haha)
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