From my blog on March 18, 2007:

“This morning Baby K decided to make her opinion and demands known. At 6:20 a.m. she began moving & kicking up a storm.  I laid in bed talking to her and rubbing my stomach and she would not stop. I sat up and tried calming her down and she kept on going. Once I got up and walked out into the living room she stopped. After getting a glass of water I decided to sit down on the couch and turn on my laptop. She kicked a protest or two and I told her I was up and that was going to have to be good enough. She seems to have calmed down for the most part with just the occasional movement. What a determined child, she would not leave me alone until I was up and out of bed.”

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My new hosting company is in place, my database transferred over realitively easy and all my email accounts work.  I am so happy things went right with my domain transfer.  I’ve been hestiant to write knowing I had already transferred my database to my new host and was just waiting on internet land companies to play nice so I could start using my new host.  I’ll write something more significant soon.

What do you think of the new theme?

My blog may look like it is going through an identity crisis for the next week or so while I try to find a theme I really like.  While I liked the one I had been using for a few weeks the background was just way to dark.  I don’t feel like messing with coding right now so I’ll be searching for something which suits me.  Until then enjoy the new simplier, easier to read layout.

My hubby doesn’t like birthdays.  When we first got together he would say how his birthdays since he became an adult were always a disappointment.  In the past few years I’ve tried to make them better so they wouldn’t be such a disappointment.  Hopefully it’s worked. (Has it honey?)

The real truth is Hubby doesn’t like getting older.  This year is a big one for him…30…the passage of another decade.  (Come on sweetie, I had to say it!) Hubby likes to remind me throughout the year that I’m 11 months older than him.  Usually it doesn’t bother me…until he starts calling himself old.  Really, it doesn’t bother me then but I still have to give him a hard time about it.  I usually stop him and remind him that if I’m the whole 11 months older than him that he likes to remind me of and he’s calling himself old then he’s also calling me old.  He usually backpedals and has me in laughter as he looks for the escape door in his explanation.  I keep telling him age is just a number.  Feeling old isn’t about the number, it’s about how you internally feel.  I’ve met old young people and young old people.

So without further ado….

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!  May you wear your age with pride and find that both wisdom and youth exist even at 30.

I’ve sat down to write this several times but can’t find a way to make it short and sweet.  So go grab a cup of tea or coffee and prepare for a long post.  I’ll wait…really, I will.

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