it's my birthday

Yeah, I'm 31. Thanks to pregnancy hormones, I have spent the day crying. Not so good considering I've been at work since 7:40 am this morning. And I can't control the crying. I bet there are few 31-year olds who care as much as I do about birthdays. And having a birthday so close to Christmas, especially if you are someone like me who is major sensitive and feels like birthdays are incredibly important, really stinks. Trust me, I wish I didn't care so much about birthdays. But that's just not how I tick.