So I get home from grocery shopping Friday and Russ tells me to pack a bag, we're going to Atlantic City. He figured it may be the last time we go for a loooong time. He had just booked two nights at Showboat and we were off!
Even though I tried to steer clear of the smoking tables (there are plenty of non-smoking sections), I still felt guilty for walking through areas where people were smoking. I felt like I was being irresponsible...It really wasn't bad though.
Last night, we went to Carmine's Restaurant which a classic NYC place, but there's one in the Tropicana in AC. The best meal ever!!! Mmmm.... And when we sat down, Russ said that the reason he wanted to take me away is because we never took the time to celebrate the baby and that when he looks back at it all, he realizes that I made the whole process easy for him and he wanted to thank me. And he said he could never have gone through what we did with anyone else. And that if anything were to go wrong, he knows that we'd be OK because we have each other. Aw...I cried.
And last night, I think I felt a true blue KICK! It wasn't any of this flutter stuff...it was a thud coming from the inside. Perhaps an elbow or foot? For the first time, I made a real connection to the fact that there is a living, growing person in me. Whoa.
Tomorrow I have a 4 week check up...no u/s (that's 4/16), but I'll get checked out. I'm feeling very positive and happy...Yay.
Then it's back to work. Boo! =)