Today is my birthday. The big 3-0. The dirty 30.
I certainly don't feel 30 & it doesn't feel like my birthday.
Dave took me out to dinner. I ate too much.
And I made a wish when I blew out the candle on my dessert.
You already know what I wished for.
Oh, honey! I so remember those days! The world keeps going on around you and you are just stuck at a stand still. You just want to scream at everyone, Stop! Don't you know my babies are in the hospital! Well, I did at least. We had went to a 4th of July picnic when the boys were just a few weeks old. I wasn't going to go, but the nurses convinced me to. I had an okay time, except when I had to sit in the hot back seat of a car pumping and then I just cried.
ReplyDeleteLike I mentioned in my first comment, the last few weeks are the freaking hardest, just keep muscling through mama! It will be here before you know it and then 4 years later, you'll be me commenting on another preemie mama's blog, wondering where the hell the time went :)
xoxo
Andrea
You are so right, these last few weeks have been harder because we keep on anticipating their homecoming, but we just aren't there yet!
DeleteThanks for the support!