Now, I don’t mean for this to sound too negative, but …

I demand a Birthday re-do on this day. I’m not exactly wishing it away, though I am wishing it had gone differently.

I’ve always loved my Birthday … today felt like any other day these past two and a half weeks, where I’m just trying to get through and get in a couple hours of daytime sleep.

I’ve barely seen The BF. I cancelled my birthday dinner plans … the last thing I felt I could handle was having to actually go out to dinner, meaning: I’d have to get not only myself and my boobs ready, but also FOH. Then I’d have to fake pretend I was happy and interested in what everyone was saying and that was the point I knew I’d cancel … the faking it point.

That’s not fair to myself or the People I love.

I feel relieved I didn’t have to deal with anyone else but yet am also missing that feeling of festive celebration.

It’s still been a nice day … it’s just a foggy, sleep deprived, burning boobs kind of day and it’s not about me anymore anyway. It’s FOH. If anything, my Birthday is making me see how miraculous this continuation of life is.

And, of course, it’s a given: he is my best gift ever.