36, Counted them myself...

It's been a weird week.

I kept forgetting that today is my birthday, for starters.  My poor Mother had to keep reminding me that Monday was indeed my birthday.

Of course, it didn't hit me until Sunday morning when I felt a little bit of self-pity that it's my birthday and I feel like crap.  Which, in the grand scheme of things, a sore back, aching uterus, and stiff and sore pretty much everywhere else, isn't that bad because I get to hold the squishiest, softest little girl in creation.  And my Boy keeps coming in to my room to say, "Mama.  I need to cuddle YOU!" 

He climbs up on to the bed and lays his head in my lap next to his baby sister and I rub his back as I nurse her and yes, it's pretty much moments like that, that make up Heaven itself.

I really am going to write my take on the Girl's birth, but not today.  Today is my birthday.  I am staying in my nightgown and nursing my wee one.  My mom is bringing me the most delicious cake known to man and I'm going to eat it with not one shred of guilt for garnish.

That's not to say there won't be some amusing posts going up this week.  With PICTURES!