April 16th, 2013
Happy birthday to me! 32 years young today! How over the moon am I?!
I have so much to be thankful for! I know what I was praying for, this time last year. And look at me today, almost 26 weeks pregnant with my baby! This time last year, I was told that even Clomid couldn’t help me, and that I should prepare my mind for IVF. Well, my God pass them!
After a very fitful weekend (one minute, I would be excited about my trip, and the other, I would be panicked about my potentially unemployed state), I was actually happy when Monday came. I felt bad lying to my doctor about feeling discomfort, because my baby has been good to me, and I couldn’t feel any better than I do now. But I had no choice. Luckily, he didn’t need much convincing, and said he’s always pro-bedrest for pregnant women anyway. Patrick then took the report to work for me, and my Manager had been very sympathetic, and had given me the 2 weeks I asked for…just like that.
It almost felt too easy.
So, I guess I will live to fight my office battle another day, but for now, make I enjoy my life abeg!
This morning, I woke up to the most beautiful bouquet of roses ever. Patrick does the same thing for every birthday, but, in the 10 years we have been a couple, it hasn’t felt old or stale at all. This assortment was just as beautiful as always, with a mix of red, pink, white, orange and yellow roses…to signify love, romance, spirituality, passion, and friendship. And, as it always does every year, it brought tears to my eyes. How lucky am I to be married to my best friend?!
After receiving my gift of a lovely handbag, and a perfume set, I snuggled in bed, and proceeded to get all excited about all my social media shout outs. All the Facebook messages, BBM display pictures and status messages, and even Instagram posts, showed me, once again, how much I am loved.
I frowned at Idara’s BBM and Facebook messages, with her singing all my praises, and calling me her sister and best friend. Which kin friend?! Fake pretender! She is no friend of mine, after the kind of secret she and my brother have kept for so long.
Speaking of Phillip.
He left for the UK on Sunday night. I just hope, for his sake, that he hasn’t done anything stupid. I managed to convince my Mom not to let him know I will also be in London, telling her I want to surprise him and Diana…a story she uncharacteristically bought. My plan is to sneak up on him, and catch him red handed in anything he might be trying to do.
Men! Ever useless! With the exception of my Patrick, of course!
Even though he had to go to work, he organized the most delicious breakfast of cinnamon croissants and hot chocolate. It was so delicious, it was orgasmic!
As I lay on my couch, catching up on Scandal and Grey’s Anatomy, the doorbell rang. I was puzzled, as nobody was supposed to know I wasn’t at work. My heart almost burst with joy, when I saw that it was my darling friend, Nwando, bearing a home-made birthday cake, and a beautifully wrapped gift.
“Patrick told me you’d be home, so I decided to surprise you!” she said, as we embraced.
I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday afternoon, than with my dear friend. We talked extensively; I wanted to know how it felt living with her fiancé (abi husband, going by tradition) and planning a wedding at the same time, and she wanted to know all about the Phillip / Diana / Akunna saga. I told her about the Idara complication, and she shook her head thoughtfully.
“You need to tread carefully there, Faith,” she cautioned. “If they have been involved for as long as you say, breaking them up won’t be easy.”
I sighed. Tell me about it!
“But men sha! If she is so important to him, why didn’t he marry her all this while?” she exclaimed.
My dear, if I knew the answer to that, I would be able to eradicate world hunger!
When I told her of my trip, she frowned. “Hmmm. You’re back on the 26th? Don’t forget that my bridal shower is on the 27th oh!!!” she reminded me, with a wag of the finger. “You know you promised me you’d come. Please, I need as many friendly faces there as possible, and not all those my frenemies, who never fail to rub in the fact that they got married hundred years ago!”
“Babe, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” I said reassuringly, but deep inside, I was grateful for the reminder. I had so forgotten about it! But na wa for her fake ass friends oh! Weren’t showers supposed to be a surprise?!
Speaking of this my trip. I will be traveling alone tomorrow morning. Ebika ended up leaving yesterday (Monday), as her mystery medical appointment is scheduled for Wednesday morning. She still hasn’t told me what this is about, but as we’ll be staying together, I know I’ll find out sooner than later!
Nwando left shortly before Patrick got home from work, with takeaway from my favourite restaurant, and with yet another cake. As we sat in our living room, eating and talking, I blessed God for another wonderful birthday. It was the perfect way to end a perfect day.
I hope I don’t miss him too much.