Today was my birthday. Between yesterday's announcement and today's annual significance, my Facebook page has never felt so alive. But to the wishes of many for a wonderful day, while I did have a nice time, it was no more wonderful, per se, than any average good day.
This lack of spectacularity is mostly due to the fact that the majority of my merry-making occurred over the weekend, when Philip and I had our birthday date - to mutually celebrate our special days which are separated on the calendar by only three days. We were also surprised by a glorious cake prepared by my sister-in-law (and loosely "supervised" by Philip's mom). So, in essence my celebration was wonderful - it just wasn't today.
How, may you ask, did Philip and I choose to mark our momentous occasions? Well, I enjoyed a lunch of a steakburger, fries and a hot dog from Freddy's, followed later by frozen custard from the very same - in between which I bought me some nice fat clothes. Because apparently that's what you do when you're turning 27 and pregnant.
So, maternity = fat? I'll remember to use your chosen terminology when discussing this pregnancy down the line.
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I became "fat" when we found out I was pregnant. :) Its ok. Oh, and Andy calls me "fat" all the time now and I remember before I got pregnant with Amie that I would be really upset with him if he ever called me that and it doesn't bother me, hahah. Go figure. Happy late birthday by the way. :)
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