We spent my real birthday in the car on our way home from Destin, FL. Joe made me a super sweet card with a giraffe certificate to buy anything I want....hmmm.....
I wasn't feeling that great, so I slept most of the way home...I was looking quite scary I am sure...imagine my excitement {not!!!} when our friends and my dad were waiting to surprise me with presents and a cake as soon as we pulled into the drive way. Let me preface by telling you that I HATE surprise parties. Add that to the fact that I felt and looked like doggie poo. Well....I cried, blubbered is more like it. I was so mad at
Joe for having something planned when I didn't feel perfect. I'm sure it was the pregnancy hormones at work. I apologized later and I'm sure Joe was traumatized. I felt bad later for crying...he had tried to hard to do something nice and I went and cried like a crazy pregnant lady!
I got a new point and shoot camera from my dear old dad and Lindsey and Nick gave me a sock monkey lovie for baby Moske, some Stila lipglosses, and some perfume. We celebrated with an ice cream cake.
Beth and Kristy sent me this cute necklace that I had pinned on Pinterest.
Maybe 30 won't suck so bad after all...
2 comments:
Happy Birthday. Hey, I cry all the time, at least you have an excuse haha! I think our thirties will be even better than our 20's!
Happy belated B-day, lady! Boys just don't understand the importance of looking/feeling cute... :) But the good thing is they bounce back quicker than girls after a little tiff, especially when the wife is preggers. I've noticed that I get faaaar more leeway when I get moody now, LOL. I feel like it's only fair, since we can't have wine!
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