Today I turn 25. Well, technically I already have. I was born at eight something.
Happy Birthday to me.
A note to my baby inside:
I am so excited for you, but please dont make your entry into the world today. You can come out tomorrow. I will welcome you with open and grateful arms.
Please dont make me go through labour on my birthday.
Today Im going to eat cake. Full sugar cake. Maybe even two peices.