Cate, today you are 39

photo taken by Douglas

and 24 weeks pregnant

last year, if someone had told me I'd be pregnant now, I'd have told them they were mad!

I've been dwelling on this post for days now

because it's a letter I write to myself every year, but this year I don't know what to write.

Being pregnant has turned our world upside down.

My health has suffered.

And the kids miss out, too, as hard as we try not to let that happen.

But there's only 16 weeks to go, before we meet our little girl.

And life changes again to fit her in.

I had a friend when I was pregnant with Chloe who said the worst birthday present you can give an expectant mother was a present for the baby.

But I can't seem to point my thoughts in any other direction right now.

39 is going to be very different.

But that's ok.

Happy birthday, me.

{and while I'm saying happy birthday, will you pop over to Deb's blog, and say happy birthday to her?}