For Bryan!!

Originally uploaded by SarahLena.

Well, not quite. We’ve still got about three and a half hours till your birthday. And you’ve already taken a chunk out of the cake that I slaved over. (Okay, Target baked the cake. I iced. I’m no Ra, but it tasted damn good.)

Birthdays are always difficult for you, mainly because The Boy cannot grasp the fact that anyone other than him has a birthday. And the fact that your birthdays fall so closely together doesn’t help. He constantly calls them “his presents”, “his card”, and “his cake.” And, because I was the older child who had the younger sister afflicted with the same disease, this grates on my nerves.

Which makes me terrified for Lil Peep, since Lil Peep will have to endure ALL of our birthdays before theirs, and even then, it will probably coincide with Christmas presents.

But enough of that!

Happy Birthday to you, my love. This was a big year, wasn’t it? A year ago: you just finished teaching at Lee; we were moving into the house we were married in; you were TDing Jekyll & Hyde; and we were still figuring out how to coexist.

Since then, we said our “I Do”s, you’ve knocked me up, we’ve both found our niche at our jobs, and things are running smoothly. We’ve defied all the odds (it’s almost been THREE YEARS!), and now we laugh at all the obstacles we’ve overcome.

Because once upon a dream, there was a little boy with a song for a spirit, and he met a little girl with curly hair and dark eyes..

I am at the irritable point of pregnancy. (I say that in the hopes that the rest of the months ease up in this regard.) EVERYTHING gets under my skin.  And I know it’s stupid, but that doesn’t stop my temper from flaring up.  I’ve done very well to control it thus far.

But this morning.. after discussing it at the store last night.. I preheated the oven to bake some muffins. (It saved me having to buy breakfast, since we already had some.) I jumped in the shower while the oven was preheating, and after I got out and was putting lotion on, I heard the clink of cereal bowls.

I came out and found both of them playing video games.  And they’d already eaten (and left a mess in the kitchen).

I tried not to be slighted by it, but I totally was.  I wanted to stomp around and scream and say things that I knew would hurt them.. for no good reason.  I knew that.  I knew it was stupid and I just needed to get over it.  So, instead – logically –, I unloaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen.

Of course, Bryan will read this later and either a) laugh at how asonine it is (it’s just freakin muffins, Sarah!) or b) begin this “Why do you hate me?” thing that he does and it grates on my last nerve.  I’M VOTING FOR LAUGHING, BRY BRY.

So there you go.  Your Sunday morning peak into the insanity of a woman out of her first trimester.