Well today marks by 37th Birthday. Can’t believe I am actually 37 years of age. Growing up 35 sounded so old (remember how old you thought Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda when they turned 35) and here I find myself 37, seven months pregnant and still in awe of that number. I’ve never been one to get caught up in a number so I shall embrace this 37th year and all the incredible gifts it will bring. I also never imagined I would become a mom for the first time this late in life but honestly I can’t imagine it happening at a more perfect time. At this stage of my life I feel like I’m in a place to be the best mom I can be because I’m in a place where I’m the best to myself. I had so many life lessons I needed to learn before I would have been able to become the mother I know I can be today.
It’s 4:30 am and the hubs and I are about to head to the airport in route to Tulum to celebrate the day and one final trip before baby girl arrives. Tulum is a place I’ve been wanting to visit for years but for some reason or another we always ended up somewhere else. I’ve heard such incredible things about this little piece of paradise and can’t wait to experience it for myself. If anyone has any recommendations we would love to know about them! Since nothing fits me anymore I’m really hoping for some good shopping because I’m taking a risk and not packing enough clothes to get me through the weekend (or makeup because who needs makeup in Mexico). Whoops, sorry hubs we’re gonna need to find a dress to fit this belly 😉 The fact that my morning sickness has started back again isn’t doing me any favors. Yesterday I ate an entire pizza and multiple pieces of red velvet cake to celebrate the big day. I was apparently celebrating early. That’s not true. I wasn’t celebrating. I ate it because I feel so sick and crap food is the only thing that makes me feel better.
Cheers to the weekend and eating the entire pizza with a few sides of red velvet cake 😉