Lamest Birthday Ever

{Cue the dramatic violin music}

Gone are the days of birthday nights on the town staying up until 4am and ordering brunch at noon when you woke up. Now it's adult stuff like kids activities, work and no time for fun.

I supposed 33 isn't really a big year and being pregnant makes it harder to enjoy some birthday drinks, but I still pouted that Derek had to work almost all weekend. That being said, he did surprise me beautiful flowers and his 11th annual birthday cookie cake. Yep, he bought me my first one back in 2004 and always would hand deliver them to work each year. Unfortunately now I have to share now not only with him, but my in-sinkerator toddler as well. Momma doesn't like to share her cookie cake.

We also braved the snow storm to enjoy a delicious cinnamon roll from Panera before heading to Sky Zone with Drew. That whole 'trying not to gain too much this pregnancy' isn't working out too well for me.

I did see all of our family members through skype/facetiming so that always makes it a good day. Drew also took a great nap and was able to get some stuff around the house in comfy clothes, so I'd say that was a win.

I ended the night with my Kaliber NA beer and the most depressing birthday meal ever; kids corn dogs, mac n cheese (leftover, not fresh) and canned pineapple. Pathetic, right? Thankfully there was cookie cake to devour after and a comfy bed to pass out in by 9:30.

I guess in the end, it wasn't that bad. Cinnamon rolls, cookie cake and comfy clothes are actually an awesome trifecta!