Well, tiny one, today is your first Thanksgiving and we spent it working, 12 hours, 12 looooooong boring hours. Let me tell you, I spent a lot of time looking at baby stuff and you are going to be ex-pen-sive. Good thing I love you ridiculous amounts, and so does the rest of your extended family. I'm sure you will be well taken care of.
You definitely have got the hang of this moving thing, or I'm just getting used to feeling it. I discovered that you jump around when I drink something really cold. Other then that it's usually when I get home from work and lay on the couch that I can feel your fluttering around.
So, funny story about your first near death experience (and you aren't even out of the womb yet, bad mommy):
The other night I was hanging out with A and we were just watching Jersey Shore (please never be a guido/guidette- but if you're a girl go for an Italian guy ;) ). We had gone outside and then A laid down and I went to go outside again about 10 minutes later to grab something annnnnd..... someone had tied the door handles shut, FROM THE OUTSIDE. So, logically, the two of us freaked out. Well, first we called anyone we knew who may have been playing a prank and everyone denied it. A lives in a rural area so it wasn't very likely that it was a prank. We then kicked into fear overdrive and started calling all the BOYS we knew to come and rescue us! Alas, at 11pm on a Thursday night all the boys we knew were drunk (Thirsty Thursdays you know).
A lives in a big house (with no lights on at the time) and with the front door tied shut
and the garage door unlocked (however, we've seen horror movies, bad things happen in big dark, scary, cluttered, DARK garages, we weren't going near it)we started thinking worse case scenario. We were going to die a horrible death at the hands of a sadistic sociopath. Of course now A's phone is dead and mine is close to it. So, A grabbed a cement dog statue off the mantle and I had a fork. We turned on all the lights we could reach and kept an eye on the loft area up top and stayed in a corner knowing FOR SURE the killer was about to make his prescence known. I finally got a hold of my knight in shining armor (who happens to be the prettiest most jacked man alive) who got out of bed at almost midnight and agreed to come "rescue" us. He had a long drive from Victoria to Mill Bay though.
We remained huddled in the corner until R arrived with a knife, baton and flashlight (seriously, my hero). He thought we were absolutely ridiculous but agreed to check through the entire house, closets and under the beds included. After determining there was no one in the house and mocking us a fair bit he went home and A and I decided to go to my house to get my things for a sleepover and a charger for our phones since A left hers at work, OH and to load up on weapons since this murdering sociopath was still on the loose. Before you ask, a hammer was A's weapon of choice, mine, a knife. We made it back to her house still scared poop-less and went to bed around 3 am.
The next day A found out it WAS one of her friends which was a relief, but not after A had a major panic attack that resulted in a trip to the hospital. However, there is a good side to this tale. The whole time I was terrified you were moving almost constantly, it was so neat! Even though it was fear/adrenaline that got you moving it got me so excited for the days when I can feel you move more often and more noticably!
Anyways, I have wasted enough company time now, strange to reminisce about how much my escapades have changed. Can't wait for next year when you're actually out of me to eat some Thanksgiving dinner of your own, and we can be with family instead of at work :)
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