Happy B-Day to Me.

Well, in two days I'll be 37. Usually I get really excited about my birthday, but this year is different. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure it has to do with one thing, and it's the one thing I write about all the time.

Jennifer sent me a text earlier asking me what I wanted to do for my last childless birthday, and I honestly don't know. I guess since I can't drink it just doesn't get me as excited as it used to. I also have tons of stuff going on at work (I had to fire someone on Thursday, which was a first for me. It wasn't fun at all, believe me.) I didn't even ask off for this weekend, which is what I usually do. I'm more excited about my next doctor's appointment than I am about this. Weird, huh?

Of course, maybe I'm not so excited because I'm going to be 37. I don't know why that should upset me. I mean, I have a good job, I have a place to live, I have a car, and I have a child on the way. What's there to get upset about? Okay, don't answer that!!

I have to write reviews this weekend, too. That sucks.