Thursday, March 23, 2006

In which I feel monumentally sorry for myself

Today is my 25th birthday. Happy quarter-century to me. Unfortunately, this is turning out to be one of my crappier birthdays, in spite of a boatload of cheerleading I did for myself yesterday about not getting upset and not being sad on my favorite day of the year. I love my birthday--it's the one day of the year that's all mine--and for a variety of reasons, this one is just sucking.

Maybe it's because all of the celebratory things like getting my presents and having a cake have already happened. Maybe it's because a lot of friends and family members who usually send cards haven't, and I'm feeling neglected. And maybe it's because I've gone a week without crying about not being pregnant, and all those tears just needed to come out. I don't know. But whatever it is, it's turned my birthday into one big suck-fest.

2 comments:

Teddy said...

I am so sorry to hear that.

I am sending you hugs. ANd wishing oyu Happy Birthday again!!!

Kathleen said...

I hope your evening was ok, and better than your day was!