Last week I celebrated my birthday.
It began staring down the toilet. For the first time this pregnancy the gaggy feeling brought dry heaving. Not sure if it was the lack of substantial meal the night before (Ed and I went to a movie and then out for some nachos) or if it was a blip in the pregnancy symptoms. Either way...on my birthday - NO. THANK. YOU.
The entire day was spent trying to feel 110% so I could get all the last minute packing for our family vacation done.
2 friends dropped off little surprises that MADE. MY. DAY. Heather, thanks for the Jelly Bellies. I promptly put them in a bowl, in the corner of the kitchen, and began sneaking them throughout the day. And Jessie, thank you so much for the personalized soap dispenser. I want details because everyone I know and love is going to get one of these from me - if I can figure it out.
Ed picked up some fancy little treats instead of a cake. They were delicious.
The boys were wonderful. There was no jumping on the couch, they played nicely, and Charley even got some fishy crackers for Henry while I hovered over the toilet at 7:30 am. The boys being so good when I wasn't feeling 100% was the best birthday gift a mom could ask for.