Birthday Bash.

I turned the big 2-7 this month. I have to tell you that twenty-seven sounds kind of old to me.
Recently my boss was telling me a story about a friend of his and I asked how old the friend was. Without blinking he replied with "He's our age."
You guys, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Our age? Did he just put us in the same age group? Does he have any idea how old I am? Or more importantly how old I'm NOT? I was taken back when I realized how close in age we really are. Shucks. I'm getting up there. It helps to know that everyone ages though, not just me.
This year I was sure we were going to keep things quite low key as far as gifts go because rumor has it that a little one will be joining our family shortly. I was excited when Colby gave me the vacuum I've been begging for and was surprised to find out that he had also splurged on a diaper bag I've been eyeing and a pair of earrings.
I've finally decided that it's okay to ask for things that you need. I never thought I would want and ask for something that would help me keep a cleaner house for my birthday.
Year 27 is going to be a good one, I just know it.

 My birthday also marked 27 weeks (and 1 day) pregnant. It was sure nice to wake up to this lovely note on the mirror.
  These blue scrubs sure make me look huge. I'm definitely big but they don't seem to be helping my case but I took a picture anyway.