Yes, it's my birthday today. For the next 3 weeks my husband and I are the same age, or so he says. I insist that he's still 49 weeks older than I am, but does he listen???
It's funny, all year long I've been thinking I was already 32. Now it seems like I should be turning 33, but the calendar says otherwise. I guess I kind of talked myself into an extra year. Or something.
Aaron wished me a happy birthday this morning, but only after losing the argument with me that today is actually his birthday. Sheesh, I gave up my body for nine months to carry him, I regularly make sacrifices for his happiness and now the little monster wants my birthday, too. Kids today!
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