So, today is my birthday.... my last year of being twenty-something. I think age is just a number. Maybe next year I'll feel differently about it. ;) But really my birthday has never a big deal to me. Most years I would just like to skip it. I don't know if it has to do with the fact that my mom passed away the day before my birthday or if I just don't like the fuss of it being a day to celebrate me.
Three years ago when we lived in Boise I had my wisdom teeth taken out on my birthday and my dentist thought it was a little strange. I didn't think anything of it until I got the worst infection ever. Last week when my doctor's office called to change my appointment from the 6th to the 5th I thought it would work out great because Andy took the day off and I could go to the appointment without kids. Well, I've decided now that I need to stay away from all doctors and dentists on my birthday. I had this great idea to get an IUD thinking it would just take a few minutes and I would be on my way, right? Oh my was I wrong. I've never had so much pain in my entire life. Seriously, having a baby was so much easier than this 'little' procedure. I picked up the babysitter on my way home so Andy and I could go out. I think at this point I thought I was going to die, literally.
Well, I survived. (Barely) We went out, ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, shopped at the mall, bought a red velvet cake on our way home, and celebrated with the kids after dinner. Tonight I had a different version of Happy Birthday running through my head. It went something like this: "Happy Birthday to me, I got an IUD..."
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