It has been awhile since I blogged and I swear it has been a good reason. I have been busy, you know the kind of busy….super duper busy. I’m taking full time classes with my full time career because I am crazy. Maybe because I love education or maybe because I want to get my mind off of infertility…or maybe both. Anyhow…a couple weeks later.
So I turned 32 a couple weeks ago and I had a big pout party about it. I haven’t been this down on a birthday since I turned a quarter century. It’s not so much that I think I’m old, but that I think this year went by too damn quick. This year- this 31st year of my life was just too much. I had a bipolar year that was filled with some great ups and way too many downs. I wanted a chance to make it better, but alas it is over. And I think, that is what makes me sad. No mad. No way pissed off. I am mad at this year God gave me. He blessed me beyond belief and then…. punished me. And I know for all you fellow Christians, you believe that God does not punish. BUT, it sure does feel like it.
So let’s review 31. Engaged and then married in beautiful Hawaii. On cloud 9. Who cares if we haven’t got a baby…cause I got you. Well then…surgery came. And hey- you know the rest.
As you guessed, I was a little peeved about turning 32, cause I wanted a chance to show 31 that I can get pregnant. So I decided that since I was such an ungrateful grump, I would boycott a celebration. I was planning on doing something small already, but I decided to cancel this. I decided to just do a dinner with my hubs. I hoped that canceling would not offend my mom, as she probably celebrates the day that she pushed me out with gusto after a long and back-breaking labor. But alas, she understood, cause she not only is my mom, but my dearest friend.
So I celebrated, “me” style. I had worked the night before and welcomed my fellow birthday buddies to the world. I slept and then I treated myself to a manicure and pedicure at the most shee shee place in town. This was followed by some shopping and then dinner with hubs. Yummy italian food was the cure to my blues and it ended with snuggling with my little family while watching “Duck Dynasty”. Side note, if you have not watched this show- do yourself the favor. So funny and good.
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