Not quite as dramatic as "fifteen and pregnant", is it? Today marks my 29th birthday--the last year of my twenties starts out with me awaiting the birth of my first (and perhaps only) child. With such an event looming over us, it's easy to feel like this is just another birthday. But I find that I am thinking more than ever about what this date meant to my parents all those years ago--when I had a birthday in the past, my thoughts rarely strayed to that consideration (in fact, it mainly didn't go past, "hey, where's my cake?" I really love cake.). My mom always joked that she was happy she had me just in time to watch M.A.S.H. (I was born in those dark days before DVRs), and I know that both of my grandmothers were at the hospital at the time. I don't know if my grandfathers were there. I don't remember my dad ever saying much about his perspective on the whole event--I'll have to ask him about it sometime.
I've already had cake and ice cream in honor of my birthday--Michael took me to Coldstone Creamery over the weekend, and we gorged ourselves. It was delicious, and lots of fun. Elizabeth danced like mad in my belly as I indulged, obviously very excited over such a sugary treat (well, as excited as she can be at this point in her mental life). While my birthday won't go unnoticed, and while I am very happy with the birthday wishes and gifts I've already received, I find that I'm much more excited about Elizabeth's this year--whenever it will be.
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