Yes – Jake and Patrick will be let loose on the world to sink or swim, whatever the case may be. I’ll tell you – I’m as nervous as all hell.
Whatever happens with the release – success, failure or worse, (gasp!) boredom – this birthday has to be better than the previous two. You see, I’m hoping that no one forgets my birthday this year.
Yes, yes, yes. For two years in a row, people have forgotten my birthday. As previously mentioned, I don’t make a big fuss over it, but that doesn't mean I want the day to pass as forgotten! (Picky, aren’t I?)
So, two years ago, my darling wonderful husband forgot. Not completely forgot like “Oh, whoops. It was your birthday last month.” It was more like “Your birthday’s on Sunday, isn't it? I'm going shopping tomorrow to get you a present.” To which I blushed and said, “No, honey. My birthday is today.”
Then last year his parents forgot. Admittedly they were busy packing for a holiday they were leaving on the following day, but it doesn’t negate the fact that they didn’t look at their calendar and realise the reason we were going out to dinner was because I was celebrating, as well as telling them bon voyage.
So this year, I’m really fretful about who is going to forget this time. Things come in threes, don’t they?
I should take a look at history though – I was brought up on Molly Ringwald and didn’t her family forget her birthday in Sixteen Candles? They all forgot, but it didn’t matter in the end because she got the super-duper-cuter guy because of it. (I’m putting my order in for a guy who is just like Jake Ryan!) Maybe it will all work out, after all. All of those romantic movies couldn’t be wrong, could they?
I’ve forgiven my husband for the forgotten birthday, because in truth, I forgot Father’s Day two years before that. Before you get all frowny at me, I have an extremely good excuse – I was in labour the whole damn day! I went into labour on the Saturday and my baby wasn’t born until the Monday. So I was a little pre-occupied. I remembered about 4 days later, but was stuck in hospital and couldn’t pull the present out of the wardrobe to give to hubby. Babies were a little bit more important, that year.
So this year I will spend my birthday, once again with labour pains, but this labour will be one of nerves and jitters as my creation readies itself to spring forth on the world. As long as this time I don’t end up with stitches, we should be good.