It’s been fabulous! So far it has been a two-cake birthday, which is, in itself, pretty fabulous. On my birthday I managed to not leave the house (one of my favorite weekend activities — I know, I’m lame). Basically, I sat around enjoying my shiny new TV, spent some time with my friends in the computer, and received all sorts of phone calls from friends and family wishing me a happy day. It was lovely.
The rest of the month has also been great — I’ve gotten at least one birthday card each week, former co-workers gathered for a happy hour in my honor, current co-workers brought cards and cake to work, and would you believe that not a single person has been mean and nasty to me about my incessant “it’s my birthday month” reminders? (I am shocked, frankly)
Ready for a little non-birthday content? I’m gonna do a little whining, so get ready. Here goes.
Why do people think it’s ok to ask me when I’m going to get pregnant? I can understand it when friends ask about personal things, but when people that I barely know start asking about my plans for my uterus, my first response is stunned silence. If I wanted to talk to you about my sex life or my family planning, I probably would have brought it up! For some reason my 29th birthday seemed to be just the opening near strangers needed. First of all, why are people so concerned about whether or not I am planning to reproduce? Secondly, why do they bother me about it, while Mike’s 29th birthday came and went without any awkward procreation questions? After the second or third time the question came up I started getting mad about it. I’ve been spending some time coming up with smart ass answers to make the questioner squirm. Any suggestions?