I woke up this morning with a baby attached to my breast, asleep next to me in bed, just like every morning this week. I slowly got up, trying not to wake her, got dressed, then carefully carried her downstairs.
“Happy birthday,” Aaron said to me as I walked into the living room.
Then it hit me. “Oh yeah, it is my birthday, isn’t it?”
“Did you forget?”
“Yeah.”
I guess after you hit 30, birthdays don’t register as much anymore. Or maybe it’s because I have a newborn, and therefore every day feels like the same day over again right now.
So yeah, today is my birthday. I’m 31. Feels a lot like 30.
Happy birthday! Hope both your girls are extra smiley today.
Happy birthday! It was McHotty’s yesterday and is crazymumma’s today, so you’re in good company!
Happy birthday!! Hope you get a little extra sleep on your birthday!
Happy Birthday!!
Happy birthday mama! Wow a summer solstice bday. How could you forget?
Happy Birthday!
Hooray. HB!!
Yeah, I dont think it’s quite the over 30 thing but more the you have a newborn thing because i only hit 28 this year and even though it falls on a huge holiday (new years) I still didnt quite remember it was my birthday!!!
Happy Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday! I know what you mean; I was so busy planning The Bug’s June birthday party that I nearly forgot my late May birthday. My mom reminded me it was coming up. Speaking of which… Omigod, I think today is her birthday too! Eep! I’d better call…
HB2U sweet mama. You look about 24 to me.
feels oddly similar to 32 also
Happy birthday!!!
Happy Birthday!! Amazing how birthdays are far less important now, huh!
Hope Mira gave you a break today.
happy happy day! 🙂
Happy Happy Birthday!!!
Happy birthday!
I can’t believe I missed your birthday! I knew it was coming up!
Happy Birthday (I’m a day late, I’m know)!!!
I hope you enjoyed the day!
Happy Birthday!
I hope you have a great day.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday chick!!
Happy birthday! (a day late!)
Yeah, 31. It’s waaaay all downhill from here. It’s like you skip the in-between years and just count ’em every five – 35, 40, 45, 50…
It’s a bummer.