I have been feeling blah the last few days building up to my birthday. I have never had issues with my birthday but this year I just don't know.
I think it has mostly to do with my mom not being here.
It could also have something to do with that fact that:
1) I feel fat and everything hurts. My legs, my back, my stomach, my hips. And not to mention, that I feel like I can't breathe half the time and I still have 11 long weeks til this baby is born.
2) I only have 11 short weeks before this baby is born and I have not even started thinking about getting ready. I have bought nothing. Nada, zip, zero, zilch! Luckily I have had friends dropping off baby gear but it has just been piled in the downstairs bedroom. I haven't even had the desire to go through things yet.
3) I am still trying to get caught up with missing 3 weeks of work. Plus, we took the office computers to Staples to have some clean up work done because they were really slow and, just to make life more fun, Staples computer system crashed taking my computers with it. Now I may have lost my whole accounting system. Awesome, uh?
But mostly I think it has to do with my mom. I don't get upset thinking about all those other things but as soon as I think about my mom, the tears threaten and some even spill over.
Someone called to wish me a happy birthday this morning and I didn't answer the phone. I have never done that before. I feel like a melt-down is hiding just below the surface and one "how are you doing" and I will just fall apart because apparently, today, I am not doing good. I don't know. I just wish I could sleep all day. I guess I am just having "one of those days" and it will pass.
So . . . happy birthday to me!