2003-10-14 - 2:20 p.m. - Cycle day:

Yesterday was my first birthday as a mama. It began and ended the same way - with me getting thrown up on. I guess that's the true mark of adulthood, spending your birthday having someone else vomit on you, instead of the other way around. (Although it seemed a little unfair, since I've never been a drinker and haven't puked on anyone since, well, my own babyhood.) Poor little M. must not have liked the asparagus cream sauce from my fettucine, or maybe the ice cream cake set her off.

Other than that, the day was okay. My sister and brother-in-law are visiting, so I had a lot of help with the baby. We went to the zoo, and then a group of us (including two toddlers) went out to dinner and then watched the end of the Red Sox game, but by the end of the evening I was just craving some peace and quiet. I'm not quite back to my regular social mode. Plus it didn't help that the beautiful locket The Husband gave me broke within an hour of me opening it, so he was pretty bummed out. I'm hoping we get a chance to exchange it today, and maybe I can spend a little of my birthday money (probably on a jewelry box - every necklace I own is in a tangled wad on top of my dresser, and I got two more necklaces as birthday gifts).

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