Today marks the start of the last year of my twenties. I remember when I turned twenty-five I told everyone, "I'm halfway to 30!" What a ditz. I was thinking of the 10 year span between twenty and thirty, you see...
I took a self-portrait (eye looks weird) showcasing my new McDonald's Happy Meal princess crown, since I am princess for the day. I am SO not doing the dishes.
I've spent my birthday morning feeling about 86 years old: got some kind of crummy pain in my left sciatic nerve, so it hurts to walk. Well it hurts to do much of anything, really.
Had my OB appointment and she told me I was 1.5 cm, but I think she was saying that just to be nice, since I came hobbling in and wasn't as smiley as usual. Then I went to my second appointment to get cracked/crunched by a chiro. It helped the pain a little.
I think a cookie will work better.
p.s.--thank you to everyone who's bombarded my email, phone, Facebook and snail mail. I am privileged to have the sturdiest support system around. Truly grateful. What beautiful hearts you have.