Since Downstairs Doc was on vacation, I got the pleasure of meeting Brand New Doc.
By the way, it is always kinda awkward to meet someone for the first time when you're undressed from the waist down and only covered by a *too small* paper blanket (that you ripped trying to stretch it around your ginormous waistline.) What do you say when "nice to meet you" just doesn't seem to fit?????
By the way, Brand New Doc looks younger than me. He's also kinda easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. (I'd really exaggerate this and tell you he's drop dead gorgeous if my husband wasn't going to read this post - just so you know.) Totally against my requirement that my o.b. is pudgy, old, and completely non-threatening. Seriously, who wants a cute o.b??????? A cute, young o.b?????? Completely unacceptable. Completely. Like living a nightmare.
Anyway, he told me he wouldn't be surprised if I went into labor this weekend based upon his examination. Since Downstairs Doc won't be back until Monday morning, I'm really hoping that doesn't happen. I'll be laying flat on my back all weekend, hanging upside-down if necessary.
Hurry up, Downstairs Doc. I miss your non-threatening, pudgy, old man of a self. Brand New Doc is kinda freakin' me out.
Do you know it is Shark Week on the Discovery Channel?????
It is also Shark Week at my house.
I'm busy making my nephew Colin's birthday cake. Colin is obsessed with sharks. (understatement) He requested a shark cake this year. GREAT WHITE SHARKS ONLY, please. No hammerheads, bull, or tiger sharks. Yes sir!
I debated not doing his cake this year since my belly is so big it is difficult for me to get close enough to the counter to even use a mixer.
Then I said to Colin, "Are you excited about Aunt Lisa making you a cake for your birthday?"
His reply . . .
"When I see it, I'm gonna FLIP OUT!"
That was all the motivation I needed!
Now just cross your fingers for me that my body holds out and
doesn't go into labor until this cake is done!
I'll post pictures of my Under the Sea/Shark Attack cake soon . . .