I'm not talking about Christmas, I am, of course, talking about birthday's!
Drew will be turning 34 and our gorgeous little boy, Che Lennon will be celebrating his very first birthday!
November sees our big girl, Lauryn turn 7, then just after Christmas, Ashley will celebrate her 6th year.
(We managed to plan Bailey's birth well, and she will start her 4th year in July)
Now as I said I have at least two birthday's in each month of the year.. These birthday's are just our little families, we also have (all family) 3 others in October, 2 more in November, 2 in December and 3 more in January! Add Christmas to the mix and these next few months are a real expense for us.
I have been reading various blogs regarding parties for their children's birthday's and I have to confess, I am panicking somewhat about little Che's 1st birthday next month. I know it's only his first birthday but all of the girls had a little party with a couple of friends either at a soft play centre or at home. The problem is I feel a little under pressure this time around. I know that that pressure is coming from me, but I feel quite strongly about this birthday.
Che is, not only our only boy, but he is also our last baby. There will be no more reproducing for us. And despite having 4 young children, I still feel a large pang that I will not ever be pregnant again. I will never ever have another baby of my own. I will never have the name debate, or the picking of the first outfit again. And, of course, I will never ever have the all important first birthday again. This makes me extremely sad.
My extended family are mostly female, thus another panicky moment approaching... I don't do boys!!
I haven't a clue where to start. Girls, no problem. Pink, sparkly, and cute.. But boys? They are alien to me.
My baby has grown up. My last baby has grown up. And this will be my last first birthday.
Sad? Probably. Idiotic? Certainly. Emotional? Most definitely.