I turned 27 this past Saturday and I'm sure I'll get no sympathy by saying this but 27? Feels a helluva lot older than 26. It's possible that it feels this way because since late last week my upper respiratory infection has morphed from slightly annoying to oh-my-shit-shoot-me-now. I'm fairly certain it's picked up bronchitis or strep along the way, which were not on my Amazon wish list, let me tell you. I've been really lucky this pregnancy in that, yes, I suffered from nausea that lasted well past the thirteenth week and heartburn and hemorrhoids and acid reflux and aching joints and insomnia, but I was never afflicted with a non-pregnancy sickness. I haven't had a cold or a cough in more than eight months, so I completely accept that I was due for this and I don't blame anyone or anything other than the state I live in. I'm sorry, but when you wake up one day and it's 83 degrees and you wake up THE VERY NEXT DAY and the streets are iced over with a high of 36, I dare anyone not to get sick.
Despite the most poorly timed sickness, I did have a really nice birthday. I woke up sniffling and sneezing but to cupcakes and roses and this perfume! After breakfast, I got another little gift. This shiny thing:
Now, it technically wasn't a birthday gift, I should say, but it's nice to claim it was since we did drive it home on January 3. Mike and I have been looking for a new car for months and months and even years now. We test-drove everything we could get our hands on, we crunched numbers day and night, we saved, we borrowed, we narrowed down and then this pretty little thing sort of fell in our laps at a very good price and in very good condition. It couldn't have come at a better time for us since we're less than five weeks away from meeting our boy and the one and only car we had on January 2 didn't have a place to put a car seat. That would have made for an interesting trip home from the hospital. Interesting as in non-existent.
So, other than the raging sickness, things are absolutely falling into place. We have just a few short weeks and very few check-list items left without a little check marked next to them. Now, I'm off to tackle tonight's check-list: devour a birthday cupcake while watching Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill.