Happy Birthday, Husband!

My husband is older than dirt today.  :) 

Not really, but saying so makes me feel young.  :D

He doesn't celebrate birthdays the way I do.  Just another day to him.  He doesn't care about the festivities or whatnot.  But he still gets a gift and usually dinner of his choosing {or me attempting to make something he loves}.  We'll do all that jazz tonight.  He already got one gift though.  Since I walked by the trash can yesterday to see the packaging from the gift I bought him in the trash... only to slowly comprehend he'd bought it for himself.  Grrrrr.  So I made him open that gift immediately so he could see what he'd done.  Who buys stuff for themself right before a gifting holiday?!?!  UGH!  That's SO against the rules. 

Anyhoo, 2 weeks from today I will be birthing a baby.  Potentially.  Maybe he'll be here already.  That'd be great.  I am really, REALLY ready to be done being pregnant.  I know I won't feel normal immediately.  But I'll feel better.  This body cohabitation is immensely uncomfortable.  And "uncomfortable" doesn't even begin to describe the level of awfulness it feels like, but it's all I got.  I kinda feel like I'm living in my least favortie Dali painting right now.  The Persistence of Memory.  Blog won't let me upload a photo right now, but it's the melty clocks one I'm sure you're familiar with.