If the urge strikes....

Many of you have already expressed your desire to "do something" for Jim and I. I have resolved that I will humble myself to actually take you up on that, instead of demurely replying, "Oh, thanks, but I think we're fine."

My first act of "okay, if you insist" is to ask that if you were thinking of sending flowers to the hospital, please choose something festive.

I'm having a hard time accepting that I will spend December in a less-than-Christmasy hospital room, especially when my home looks so nice (if I do say so myself). With the help of some wonderful girls from Westgate Chapel, I was able to get the tree up and the house decorated a few weeks ago (so it's not like I didn't get to enjoy it at all). But I'm sad that I don't get to enjoy the scent of my favorite Christmas candles (Bath and Body Works' Winter Candy Apple) or sit on the couch with all the lights off except the tree....

Okay, now I'm rambling. That's what I get for being woken up to do fetal monitoring at 5 am -- I've been "wide awake" for over an hour, but I'm still probably a little fuzzy and not making a ton of sense. =)

So, at the risk of sounding like a diva, telling you all how best to "bless" me, I'll admit it: if you're going to send flowers, please remember I'm allergic to lilies and that poinsettias last a long time. =)