It was my birthday Saturday, I'm 41 this year. The last few years my birthday has been mostly an annoying reminder that I was getting older and still didn't have a baby--that biological clock was getting louder and louder in my ears, tick tock TICK TOCK TICK! TOCK! Now I feel a sense of relief that we have Lily and I don't have to give a crap anymore about those increasing digits.
Wendy sent me a package of goodies and Dave and Nancy Jo remembered me as well, so I did have a few presents to open Saturday night after we got home from Mike and Sue's pre-wedding fest. Otherwise we've really been busy all weekend with the wedding and haven't had time to go get cake or anything. I think I should still get some chocolate cake.
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