No one ever told me that once you have a baby your birthdays will be different. Apparently, when you become a mother and they tell you everything changes they mean it. Even Birthdays won't be the same. Mine, which was yesterday, definitely wasn't.
Things weren't different, because of something I did or didn't do. Things were just different because...
Because once you have a baby you just don't matter that much anymore.
Its true. I've been concentrating on Emily's milestones and monthly anniversaries that when my own birthday was coming close I nearly forgot about it all together. Years in the past I have practically made a national holiday out of my birthday. I'd take a day off work, get boat loads of cards and presents in the mail, celebrate it doing something big and extravagant with Shawn lie a fancy dinner.
This year was a lot different.
Instead of taking off work I just went to work like it was any other day. While my awesome coworkers made me feel special by singing to me several times and tying balloons to my chair it was still a pretty regular work day. There were no gifts to open, just a baby to play with when I came home. Shawn did make me a banana cake, but I didn't really ask for anything else. I honestly couldn't think of a single thing I'd possibly want or need. Instead of a fancy dinner together we drove around while Emily napped and then bought a couple subs to eat when we got home. My night was spent watching the Bachelor finale and eating a wonderful Italian Sub once Emily went to bed.
And you now what?
I actually prefer my birthday like it was and that's what matters. Apparently being a mom gives you a whole new set of preferences, too. All the pomp and circumstance doesn't seem to matter anymore once you have someone else to celebrate over!
Twenty Seven? Does it really matter? Bah.... Then again, I may be rethinking those words as I reach 30. Eeep!