Happy Birthday To Me
Today I'm 21 years old.
I can't believe time has flown so quickly. I dreamed of this day for a long time. This is the last big milestone!
Things aren't exactly how I'd always pictured them. I sure never thought I'd be pregnant on my 21st birthday. When I was younger I always dreamed of going to Cancun, or Vegas, or at least somewhere cool for my 21st...
Today I just have a really weird feeling. Like maybe I should be disappointed that I can't go out and get trashed at a bar somewhere like everyone else does on their 21st. In reality, I don't really care. I've already gotten drunk at bars so it's no big thing, I've had Tyler to buy me alcohol for over 2 years now, and the biggest thing of all, I don't really like to drink.
Ever since I've had Jaycie I feel like I really haven't had a birthday. Mainly because she gets more excited about my birthday than I do. Also, because for the past couple years she's been able to blow out my birthday candles and she's gotten a present on my birthday. Last year she actually got more presents from my family on my birthday than I did. Not to mention she got a Mylar balloon... I didn't get one.
This year hasn't been really any different. Although, I did get a kick ass camera from my Mom! It's so fancy that I'm going to probably have to take some photography classes to really learn how to use all it's features. I'm excited about that! But anyway, Tyler's working on my birthday like usual and Jaycie's got school, so today isn't all that special feeling. I feel like I should be really bummed about everything, like I should be pissed that it's my birthday and not everything is all about me and my happiness... but I'm really not. There are so many more things to worry about... it's not about me anymore...
Today may be my birthday, but today Tyler's dad goes in for open heart surgery. He's having a triple bypass done. How can I possibly be selfish today? I'm too busy praying for this man. I wish the hospital could have chosen another day to do it, but I'm just happy that it's going to be done. Paul, Tyler's dad, went to the hospital last week because his asthma was acting up. They did an EKG and saw that it was different than last year's. It turns out he has a 90% blockage in 3 arteries. He's a very lucky man! If he hadn't gone in for his asthma he may have had a big heart attack which probably would have taken his life. While I'm not happy he's having surgery, I'm happy that they are able to do something before something horrible happened. And, I'm happy that open heart surgery isn't quite as scary as it sounds. I know he'll be alright and once he recovers he'll be healthier than before!!
So there's my day in a nutshell. A wise friend said to me on my 18th birthday when I was bummed about not having money for a tattoo, a piercing, and I didn't have an ID for cigarettes, that it doesn't really matter because I'll always been over 18. For the rest of my life I'll be able to do those things and the same holds true for my 21st and drinking. So, I may not be able to drink on my 21st, but after I'm done being pregnant I'll be able to drink for the rest of my life - legally! And you better believe once I'm done being pregnant I'm going to party it the fuck up for my 21st. Look out for an invite to a rager at my house! It's going to be one massive and wild party, I promise.
Edit: Paul ended up having a quadruple bypass. He's doing great!
I can't believe time has flown so quickly. I dreamed of this day for a long time. This is the last big milestone!
Things aren't exactly how I'd always pictured them. I sure never thought I'd be pregnant on my 21st birthday. When I was younger I always dreamed of going to Cancun, or Vegas, or at least somewhere cool for my 21st...
Today I just have a really weird feeling. Like maybe I should be disappointed that I can't go out and get trashed at a bar somewhere like everyone else does on their 21st. In reality, I don't really care. I've already gotten drunk at bars so it's no big thing, I've had Tyler to buy me alcohol for over 2 years now, and the biggest thing of all, I don't really like to drink.
Ever since I've had Jaycie I feel like I really haven't had a birthday. Mainly because she gets more excited about my birthday than I do. Also, because for the past couple years she's been able to blow out my birthday candles and she's gotten a present on my birthday. Last year she actually got more presents from my family on my birthday than I did. Not to mention she got a Mylar balloon... I didn't get one.
This year hasn't been really any different. Although, I did get a kick ass camera from my Mom! It's so fancy that I'm going to probably have to take some photography classes to really learn how to use all it's features. I'm excited about that! But anyway, Tyler's working on my birthday like usual and Jaycie's got school, so today isn't all that special feeling. I feel like I should be really bummed about everything, like I should be pissed that it's my birthday and not everything is all about me and my happiness... but I'm really not. There are so many more things to worry about... it's not about me anymore...
Today may be my birthday, but today Tyler's dad goes in for open heart surgery. He's having a triple bypass done. How can I possibly be selfish today? I'm too busy praying for this man. I wish the hospital could have chosen another day to do it, but I'm just happy that it's going to be done. Paul, Tyler's dad, went to the hospital last week because his asthma was acting up. They did an EKG and saw that it was different than last year's. It turns out he has a 90% blockage in 3 arteries. He's a very lucky man! If he hadn't gone in for his asthma he may have had a big heart attack which probably would have taken his life. While I'm not happy he's having surgery, I'm happy that they are able to do something before something horrible happened. And, I'm happy that open heart surgery isn't quite as scary as it sounds. I know he'll be alright and once he recovers he'll be healthier than before!!
So there's my day in a nutshell. A wise friend said to me on my 18th birthday when I was bummed about not having money for a tattoo, a piercing, and I didn't have an ID for cigarettes, that it doesn't really matter because I'll always been over 18. For the rest of my life I'll be able to do those things and the same holds true for my 21st and drinking. So, I may not be able to drink on my 21st, but after I'm done being pregnant I'll be able to drink for the rest of my life - legally! And you better believe once I'm done being pregnant I'm going to party it the fuck up for my 21st. Look out for an invite to a rager at my house! It's going to be one massive and wild party, I promise.
Edit: Paul ended up having a quadruple bypass. He's doing great!