I have been practically under house arrest since Wednesday with a sick LO. Adult interaction has been sparse, I've had no sleep in days, I'm exhausted and it doesn't feel like my birthday at all. I had to cancel all my plans because STBXH flaked and didn't take his visitation. B insists on demonstrating his new found ability to throw temper tantrums at every chance.
BUT: It is a million times better than last year when I had to lie at my baby shower about where STBXH was (he was really in jail), he called me that night to tell me happy b-day but didn't tell me that he loved me, and then I proceeded to cry my 8 months pregnant self to sleep, feeling so sorry for myself.
B took his first steps today. Today rocks compared to the past few years & this is going to be a good year.