Pretty nails and Christmas Presents

The perinatal specialist I go to is in Scottsdale and therefore has a spa right in her office. (for those of you unfamiliar with Arizona Anatomy, Scottsdale is sort-of like the Arizona version of Beverly Hills.)

So after the appointment yesterday {No significant changes, baby and I are still stable! YAHOO!!} I got to get my nails done. Ohhh it was nice. I got them painted a pretty, pearly color, perfect for the outfit I'm planning on wearing to my shower today. 

Even though the Man doesn't read this blog much, I still gotta give him a big, fat thank you. He paid for the manicure.

Dr. H also said that while we're going to do all we can to keep the baby inside me, we'll need to prepare ourselves over the next coming weeks to deliver. She doesn't think we'll make it to the January 17th due date. I'm okay with that, as long as Ladybug's nice and big. Last time she was measured, she looked to weigh about 5.5 lbs... I think that's awesome!! Let's give her two or three more weeks at least. Which means, she could be born very close to, or even ON Christmas Day.

There's a Christmas song out that I adore called "All I want for Christmas is You." Not the Mariah Carey one. This one is by Vince Vance and the Valiants.

While I was still working, when I had time to think and worry about my precious one, the words of the song would reverberate in my head:

Take back the holly and mistletoe
Silver bells on string
If I wrote a letter to Santa Claus
I would ask for just one thing
I don't need sleigh rides in the snow
Don't want a Christmas that's blue
Take back the tinsel, stockings, and bows
'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
All that I want, can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel atop my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need 

'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you

Sometimes the words still get me choked up. The funny thing is, for a while I didn't want her to be born close to Christmas cuz it's hard having a birthday at such a busy time of year. Just ask my sister, who's birthday is January 2nd, or my Brother-in-Law, who's birthday is tomorrow. Happy B-day, Rob!

But now... I don't care. I just want her. As big, as strong, as healthy as she can be so the doctors can fix her heart. 

Maybe she will be my big Christmas present this year!