I’ve always loved my birthday. I usually not one to have attention drawn to me, I’m more of a sit on the sidelines kinda girl, but I love my birthday. Today I turn 27 and it hasn’t quite been the same sort of excitement for me.
It probably has to do with a couple of things. First, I’m at work. I usually always ask for my birthday off, but I am taking most of the week next week off because my family is in town and I’d rather be off work when they are here. Second, we started trying to conceive when I was 25. I never imagined that I’d reach 27 without a baby or pregnancy.
Last year wasn’t a big deal because I had just started Clomid and I was sure that it was going to be my miracle drug. Ha. Funny right? I couldn’t have even comprehended that a year would come and go and I’d still be at square one. You live and learn right?
This sounds more depressing then I meant it to. I’m extremely blessed to have had my wonderful family texting me all morning and to have my sweet husband wait till midnight last night to tell my “Happy Birthday”. I am so lucky. I just wish the circumstance we are currently in included another family member for me to celebrate this day with.
Should be a pretty chill day, maybe just go pick up dinner and eat it on the beach with my favorite husband. Sunday my family starts arriving so I am thrilled about that. I’m just going to enjoy this weekend and hope that by the time I have 28 candles on my
cake pie (I always ask for pie or cheesecake, I am not a cake fan) that the wish I make this year will have come true.