Another Birthday... What??

It's weird. Today is my 31st birthday. I remember that as a kid, this age seemed SO OLD. Yet, here I am. I don't feel old. I feel pregnant, but not old.
The weekend was, well interesting. Aaron did take me to the ballet on Friday night. And it was awesome. He enjoyed it to because the Symphony played and the Nashville Children's Choir sang. A midsummer night's dream is comical so the ballet itself was funny. It was a great production. We ran to Cheesecake Factory afterwards because my wacked out taste buds could not decide on anywhere to eat and we split the nachos and piece of cheesecake. It was the first time out of so many times I've eaten there that I have to say, my food was not good. And it wasn't pregnancy induced wacked taste buds. Aaron wasn't happy with the food either. So that was Friday night.
Saturday was just well a typical Saturday except that I actually was lazy and didn't do much of anything. Aaron had a bday dinner planned for me that evening but of course we had crazy weather with tornado watches. So half the peopl cancelled. I understand why they cancelled, it just stinks because after we were seated, I'm watching the weather out the window and it stopped raining. 5 friends joined Aaron and I that night. I appreciate them so much for driving in the rain to help celebrate what really hasn't felt like much of a celebration.
Sunday was busy as usual. Church and then I had a houseful of teenage girls to play makeup on. They are too funny. I didn't mind giving up a whole precious Sunday afternoon because I love doing makeup and they all made me laugh. It was fun.
And here I am on a Monday morning, back at work and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I hate to admit it but I am. I appreciate the FB birthday wishes, I do. I'm just not much of a media person. It feel inpersonal to me. It's exactly why I deleted my Twitter account. I don't want twitter to be the mode of communicating with friends. I appreciate phone calls and even text messages are way more personal than twitter and even FB at times.
Anyways, I guess I just feel that after the big 30, birthdays aren't as important as they are when you're younger. This makes me very sad as birthdays are important to me and it's the day you should celebrate. And what makes it harder, I'm a gift person. I love to give gifts at birthdays and I love to recieve them. It's one of my love languages. So of couse that isn't helping much. Not that I want people to give me gifts... it's the thought that means so much and even birthday cards are meaningful because it means you took the time to go to the store, stand at the display and find a card. I appreciate that.
I still have 6 more months before this baby overshadows everything else by his/her arrival. That's 6 more months to be celebrated on birthdays and anniversaries. (Ours is this Sunday and we won't be able to celebrate... gross)
So I'm feeling a little down today. I don't want to be getting older but I'm thankful that at least I don't feel old, nor do I look old. Birthdays should be special... yet I'm at work. And I know I did a terrible job of celebrating Aaron's special day last month. First trimester craziness. But he did get a killer party and that made me feel better about his actual day being such a bust.
Anyways, so here I am wondering how on earth another year flew by so quickly and feeling a bit down because I feel a bit forgotten. Thank you to those who have helped to make me feel a bit more special.