Having a birthday on a holiday is lame. I don't care what anyone says, the birthday is never as important as the Holiday. This year was different for two reasons. First, being really pregnant on my 30th birthday really limits the things my family can do to make the day special. Second, my husband is not about to be out done by my negative attitude. So he provided a birthday breakfast.
The boys made me princess for a day, complete with a tiara and bling. The boys insisted I wear the crown all day, even at the Thanksgiving diner. When I tried to take it off, they both asked, "What are you doing, queens have to wear crowns." So the tiara stayed on all day. Thanks boys for making me feel special.