On June 27th I turned the big 3.0. My birthday was on a Sunday (which I thought would be sad, but it wasn't... everyone at church seemed to know which was fun) so the night before we went to a movie (Grown Ups) and then to dinner with some of our great friends (we missed you M & C).
On my birthday morning, I woke up to this. Best gifts ever.
Celebrating after church. We went out to dinner. Don't judge. I felt so sick and nothing sounded good so anything Dave offered to make would sound good one second and then horrible the next. I ended up eating fried pickles and fish tacos. Yum.
And then this yummy cake my sweet kids made.
When people ask how old I am, Audrey responds my saying, "The thee zero". I guess I should feel a lot older now that I'm the three zero but I really don't. In fact I feel sorta numb to age. Maybe it's being pregnant, maybe it was because I was feeling so sick I didn't have the emotional room to "feel" anything about turning 30. I think someone could have cut off my arm and I might not have noticed. Life was one big ball of sick. I expected to feel older, more mature, but really I don't. Maybe I will wake up one morning and feel differently, but I still feel about 22.
We had a fun week planned for my birthday. Dave gets a week off in the summer and it luckily was the week after my birthday. We had lots of fun things planned...going to a water park, staying the night in a hotel, going swimming everyday... What really happened was I laid on the couch everyday and took naps and my sweet husband cleaned out cupboards. I was not feeling well enough to do anything fun. Bummer. But at least my kids were entertained by their dad. They had a great week with him, and I slept more in that week than I had in a long, long time. You can't beat that.
So my 30th birthday was planned to be great, but this little baby kinda ruined it (in the most loving way). But Dave's 35th birthday was totally LAME, so my #35 and his #40, will be awesome. I better not be pregnant.
4 comments:
What a fun day for you! It is only a number. We're still like 22 right?
i'm nervous for thirty, but seeing you not minding it at all makes me feel like maybe it won't be hard. plus you still look like you're 22 which must help. that dad looks like he's nursing the baby in the top picture.
She's BAAAAAAAAAACK! Glad you have re-entered the blogosphere. You have been missed. Ha. Love jocelyn's comment above. The baby in the photo looks like a doll.
Happy 30th! You look so so beautiful, I can't believe that you are sick and prego in these pics. Who would judge a cute sick mommy on her b-day for opting out of a house filled with food smells.
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