Today is my birthday. I am 33 years old. Perhaps birthdays are really celebrated for the mother. Thirty-three years ago, at 1:29 PM, my mother was successful. I was born after about 36 hours of turkey-induced labor, by c-section. My mom had attempted to impress her in-laws with Thanksgiving at her house.
Triple S gave me a thoughtful and truly suitable card. I have one to open from my grandmother yet. Wishes began to arrive yesterday via email and FaceBook. I can't imagine anything truly wonderful happening today, but maybe the next two years will hold better fortunes for me and my family.
This year, I don't want to hear a slightly off-tune rendition of a certain song that is always sung slightly off-tune. I don't want to be told to have a happy birthday.
Triple S is preparing some congee for breakfast, then I plan to go to an office store to buy myself an all-in-one printer, fax, home office companion. Too much excitement, to be sure.
I am 33 years old. I thought that I had gotten pregnant at a young enough age to make it without worries, just 31. Here I am, two birthdays later, far from where I started but perhaps even farther from my goal.
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Bittersweet.
Wishing you the best day you can have.
Ya Chun, I hope you and Triple S share this day together.
Wishing you all the best.
Yes, it is so bittersweet.
I hope you take some time out today for yourself. and of course, there must be cake, right?
*hugs* Hope you have a good one.
and hoping next birthday will be more fulfilling.
I wish you, if not a "happy" birthday, the best birthday possible under the circumstances! (I read that in an article once on grief, & I thought that was a pretty good line!) (((hugs)))
Wishing you an uneventful day with some time alone for yourself.
((hugs))
Happy birthday, Ya Chun!
(we share the same horoscope, heh)
I wont say the "H" word as I despised that too, as my birthday was just four weeks after Hope died but I will say I hope you were able to enjoy just a little bit of the day!
I won't say Happy Birthday, because I know it ain't. I hope you at least get to eat some cake. Or get tipsy. Or both.
Birthdays are so hard, as we reflect on our own lives and the lives of our babies that are too short.
Thinking of you...
I hope you had a nice day. I know that birthdays have a whole different meaning now.
I'm late. I'm late. So sorry. Happy Belated, Ya Chun. Happy, of course, is relative. XO.
Happy belated birthday Ya Chun!
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