V-day = H-day

I plan to be horizontal for the rest of the day today. In math, V stands for vertical, so I am going to have a happy H[orizontal]-day today.
Even though a good time was had by all at yesterday's dinner, spending all day cooking and cleaning for 8 people while 9 months pregnant is not something I would recommend. I rank that up there with walking the half marathon at 7 months pregnant. Sounds do-able in theory, but when you start the day off in pain and don't have the ability to sit down for any extended period of time because so much needs to be done, then your body gets super mad at you. I ended up crying from the stress. It was only a matter of time for that shoe to drop. But, it was my last feast preparation, probably for a while. I will hang my chef's hat until I can get this mother-hood thing down. I did it and I am glad people came, ate and enjoyed.
Luckily I had a 90 minute prenatal massage scheduled for today. I feel like a new woman. I couldn't help but think, though, that this was my last time to be completely indulgent and selfish. Yes, there will be more massages in my future, but it will not be the same. Not to mention, I love my masseuse, Rose and will miss her prenatal massages dearly.
After the massage, John and I went to pick up some vital snacks and such for the hospital stay. I was reading, and a conversation with Jess reaffirmed that you need supplies for the stay there. I also picked up some treats for the nurses, as Karen recommended. It sounds like they are your saviors in the hospital. All respect to the gynos, but the nurses seem to be there for you more during the critical times of pre and post birth. My dad suggested I bring Cuban food. Which, I am sure they would appreciate, but I am not sure I want to fry plantains when I am having contractions... For this, packaged foods are my friend.
Tonight, John and I are going to a play. I figured we'd take advantage of the opportunity to go out and not need a babysitter and it's been a while since I have been to the theater. We are seeing "Don't Dress for Dinner". I heard about it on the radio and it is a British comedy, which I think John will enjoy. Hopefully it's not too much insider British comedy, I don't want John to have all of the fun.
Okay, back to my H-day.