Well, it looks like I might have finally hit the jackpot with a child who actually LISTENS to his mother (total hit and miss with the other two who don't listen AT ALL). Poor Maxie boy has been very obedient so far.
First I begged him to say in past 30w so make it past the early preemie stage, then just long enough for me to complete the move into our new house. Then just a few days longer, until I had settled the kids in the new house. Then, just 3 more days while I got my bits waxed, my feet pedicured and my roots done (BTW, have dyed my hair one colour again, those roots were killing me). Then, the final wait was just until after my father's surprise 60th birthday party last night that my sisters and I had organized. And he listened! It was touch and go last night, I was convinced he was going to make his arrival, as did everyone else there who gave me a very wide berth every time I swaddled past. I am 37w1 day today, yay! Good boy. Here, have a chocolate that I shall kindly eat on your behalf.
Last night was a HUGE success. It took us 40 years, but we got him!! We got my dad! For my entire life, my father has been able to guess what we had bought him for his birthday or Christmas. In hindsight, distinguishing the difference between soap-on-a-rope or yes another pair of socks couldn't have been too difficult, but we used to go to great lengths to try and 'surprise' him every year. And never succeeded.
But we got him last night! He had NO idea. My siblings and I had booked a night away for him and my mom for his 60th birthday (yes, my dad is only 60. He got married at 18, and had me at 19. And is even more in love with my mom today, 41 years later, than he was then. Its a beautiful love story). We had booked a beautiful (upgraded to VIP) room and a breakfast and told him that dinner was included. At first he didn't want to go! Him and I are a lot alike, we LOVE being at home. But thank goodness, my mother convinced him he had to go because his children had arranged this night away for him.
In the meantime, we organized that a few of his close friends and of course us were at the restaurant 30 minutes before. We then sent a text msg to my mom to say 'come down' and as he walked in we all went 'SURPRISE', and he was! Surprised! It took us 40 years, but we got him! He genuinely did not know. You have no idea how happy that made Nina, Mel and I. Paul wasn't there as he couldn't come home from London. But YAY!!!! I am sure Sister Mel will post pictures on her blog, I don't have any yet.
So, happy birthday my darling Dad, I love you more than words can ever express. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. WE GOT YOU!
Lastly, I was busy cleaning up my inbox this morning, and I had to smile at the three emails next to one another in my inbox, such a good synopsis of my reproductive life in three lines:
The first one is a email from a Parents Via Egg Donor list I have belonged to for many years. When I was trying to conceive, I was seriously considering using an egg donor and the woman on this list taught me so many things. They are the most wonderful, intelligent, caring people ever. I think they instilled the seed that would eventually become my wonderful business, Nurture.
Next is the Preemies for Africa list that I joined after Ben was born, desperate for some support and hope. After he died, I became a support person for other preemie moms who lost their children. Now I just read the notes occasionally.
Then, an email group I joined after the twins were born, not ever knowing that I might to brush up on these tips and advice again four years later!
Funny. Made me smile. How my life has changed over the last 10 years.
PS the Bag is packed. I am ready. Not that he should come now, but if he does, the bag is packed and ready.