Today is my 37th birthday. And all I really wanted was a really good chocolate birthday cake. I usually make my own birthday cake, being as picky as I am, but being in my 39th week of pregnancy I decided I just wasn't up to it. I also didn't want to spend a fortune on a cake that only I would be eating most of, so I thought Costco would do. They make this multi-layer "All American" chocolate cake that looks amazing. Then of course you can always pick up one of their sheet cakes, chocolate with chocolate mousse filling of course. So today my birthday consisted of working with Sophia through her school work, making french toast for breakfast for everyone, and that's about it. We went to Costco, needed milk and paper towels anyway, and what do you know? No chocolate cake. No "All-American" chocolate cakes anywhere. Of course they have them every other time I go in there, and I have to use great restraint not to buy one "just because". But today when I actually have a reason to pick one up, nope, too bad/so sad sister. So I head over to the sheet cakes, and guess what. No chocolate with chocolate mousse filling. If I wanted one I'd have to order one and wait until tomorrow to pick it up. Well, tomorrow is not my birthday, today is. They had white cake with chocolate mousse filling, and chocolate cake with cheesecake filling, but that's not what I wanted, and it's my birthday dammit, and I'm 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and all I wanted was a freaking chocolate cake! Apparently it's just too much to ask. I was so dissapointed, tears actually started to well up. It must be the hormones.
On the baby front, I had an OB appointment yesterday and the current conditions are as follows. 1 cm dilated, 50% effaced, with a very soft cervix. And no, I don't think it would be neat to have the baby on my birthday. It's my birthday. And I don't want to spend my birthday in the hospital in excruciating pain. Not my idea of birthday fun.