I'm 30!

I made it over the threshold. My birthday was yesterday. I was at work, very sick and very tired from the long thanksgiving weekend. But I was at work because I didn't want to be thought of as a slacker who takes the Monday after Thanksgiving off and pretends to be sick. I was coughing a lot, so everyone is aware that I'm sick, so I went ahead and took today off. If I can't take drugs, I think I needs lots of sleep.

So my birthday could have totally sucked, but K saved the day. She took the day off and spent it with me as much as possible. She brought be breakfast in bed (bagels with three candles). Then drove me to work, and met me later for lunch with flowers and balloons. We went to a Latin American cafe, where I had vegan orange chicken, and then walked over to a bakery, where I had a fruit tart. Then back to work until 4pm (I deserve to leave one hour early on my 30th birthday, right?). K picked me up and we went to the mall to spend my birthday money on maternity clothes. I bought leggings at Target so that I can wear all of the skirts I got from C in this cold weather, a pair of nice black pants from Old Navy, and a pair of nice grey pants from Motherhood Maternity. Then we had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant we'd never been to before - Baked Stuffed Eggplant is very tasty! Then home for presents and a dessert sampler platter from Whole Foods. Then in bed early because I'm sick and pregnant.

All in all, a good day. It's just the beginning, though. K is throwing me a 'Dirty South' birthday party on Saturday. Can't wait! I've got the best wife ever.