Hehe I feel a little silly writing about my half birthday, but I’d feel weird not acknowledging it, so I’ll just let y’all think I’m silly. I explain it a little in a post I wrote a few years ago:

When I was little, June 26th meant that I could add, when consulted about my age, the very important phrase, “I’m six and a half!” Of course it’s not as cool to say “I’m 23 and a half” but I still like acknowledging my half birthday. (It’s not quite as overlooked as my real birthday, seeing that we’re 8 whole days from a holiday!)

Today I get to go see Susan who is visiting Atlanta, and the rest of her family! I am very excited about that. I enjoy making my mom jealous by saying, “I get to see Hans tonight.” Hehe (I’m a terrible daughter.)

I have an appointment with the midwife on Monday, and I’m going to ask her what’s going on with the practice. If she confirms that I won’t be able to deliver with one of the midwives, then I will look to move to the other practice that my friend recommends. The reason I’m hesitating before moving is because I have been hanging around an online message board, and some of the people there are saying that the midwives aren’t actually leaving when the letter said they were, and other things that make me wonder. Since I already had the appointment scheduled, I thought it would be the wisest to just ask point blank about it before making the moving decision.

My first full week as a stay-at-home wife is coming to a close. I have been extremely tired all week, despite the iron pills. I haven’t been getting much done, but I did manage to do all the laundry. I am even managing to scrape dinner together though it’s still Paul cooking most nights. I have been to the store every single day because I have yet to make a menu for the whole week. :-) (How Peruvian of me!) Speaking of… I really need to get to the store now and buy lettuce for the salad I’m bringing tonight… Hmm…