Happy Birthday To Me!

That's right, at 5:52 p.m. 24 heart breaking years ago, I was born in big ol' California. Yep, only six more years to pop out the rest of our little kiddies before I refuse to have anymore. I've already received phone calls from my family (which I lost composure and started crying with my dad) and Happy Birthday wishes from Seb, Jason, and my mother-in-law...Along with my sister-in-law who thought it would be funny to call and wish me a Happy Birthday and remind me that I was OLD! I'm not sure what happened really, but hitting 23 just wasn't much fun and 24 seems worse. I know, I know, "Shut up already, Court! You're still in your' 20's, what's the big deal?", right? To be honest, I have no idea, I just feel like it's just another day.

I would love to have awoke to a flower or breakfast in bed or a little lovin' from the hubby, but instead I woke up to Seb needed to be covered up around 4:30 a.m. and then wanting his t.v. turned on around 8--just in time for Bob the Builder. We did enjoy breakfast at McKay Cottage (one of my favorite places) but then we came home to get to work on stuff around the house. I guess I was just kind of hoping the world could revolve around me for a few minutes...

I've been incredibly hormonal and balling my eyes out most of the day. I feel like a little kid. I guess I still have a lot of growing up to do. I thought maybe we could go out for dinner somewhere nice, even Johnny Carino's or something, and that maybe my in-laws would want to come along...I mean, my mom and I and Seb took Jason to Baldy's and then for ice cream just to try and make things seem special, not to mention we baked him a cake. And we got him things he really wanted and we knew he'd use. How selfish of me, I know, I just wish I could have got something from him for my birthday and maybe my in-laws could have asked Jason what I would have liked instead of picking random stuff that I most likely will never use or presents they started working on for me last year-I do like my scarf though, it almost makes me feel like royalty. I almost took myself to a movie today just to do something fun.

I know that when you get older you're birthdays aren't such a big deal anymore and people my age are out drinking or whatever but I'm a little too pregnant for that and we don't really have anyone to keep Seb overnight without making a fuss out of it so it didn't feel like Jason and I had any real alone time this weekend. I think it's just because I was the baby of the family and I'm used to being spoiled by my family that I feel this way. I don't expect some huge party or anything, but it would be nice to just feel a little of the celebration spirit! Wine, wine...No cheese! I'll feel better tomorrow.