And my sweet children gave me a mug with a pug on it. Very cute!
Today I had to go to the hospital to register for the upcoming birth of Baby Boy. I filled out about 8 pages of paperwork when I noticed that I filled in today's date as 12/21/1973. Yes, I filled out every single paper with my actual birthdate, and not today's date. Man, this pregnancy brain is filled with the same mush my feet are filled with!
For another birthday treat, Madison and I went to get our hair cut. I was in desperate need of a hair cut. And the lovely lady kept telling me how good I was going to look when I was in labor. But, alas, in the end I think I look like Betty Rubble. When I walked in the door John said, "You look like that lady in the Flinstones!" Lucky me. I also have Fred Flinstone feet!