PK was born last year 16 days before my 29th birthday. That year, my birthday celebration was low-key. Looking back on it, there really wasn't any other way to go about it. I was tired, groggy, and still trying to figure out this whole motherhood thing. Granted, I'm still trying to figure out this whole motherhood thing, but at least I've got somewhat of a routine going.
This year, things were different. PK was 1, and I was turning 30! I know that tons of people freak out about turning 30. After all, 40 is just lurking around the corner! It's the sudden realization that you're not getting any younger, and you can feel it in your bones, less supple skin, and graying hair. Okay, it's not THAT bad. But still, at thirty, you do notice that the parts aren't working as well as they were at 20.
So I guess that thirty CAN be scary if you let it be. I, on the other hand, have always lived by the mantra of "if you're young at heart, physical age doesn't matter". Kind of a funny mantra coming from a pessimist such as myself. In keeping with that mantra and also making up for last year's low-key birthday, I was determined to make the Big Three-Oh happen with a bang, by throwing a huge-ass party at my house.
I put the hubby in charge of the party planning. It was a big stretch for me, since the hubby is by no means a social planner. I was pleasantly surprised in the end. He threw me a BBQ party complete with pointy kiddie party hats, loot bags, and noisemakers. He even decorated the house with streamers and balloons! Impressive!
PK stayed over at my parents' place that night, given as a house full of people at night might mess with her sleep.
All in all it was a fantastic way to celebrate the Big Three-Oh. After having a baby, a big chunk of your life revolves around making sure that the baby's needs are met, so it's nice to be able to splurge on yourself once in a while.
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