Birthday...

It's my birthday next week and Husband is fretting about presents. I don't know if it's age or motherhood or being pregnant but really I'm not hugely focused on my birthday this year. Over the last few weeks I have spent a small fortune on baby sitting so I could go out for lunches with friends which has been lovely, no baby duties, me being me and not Amaia's mummy and generally having a great time, plus I had a Metropole massage a couple of weeks ago all funded by Husband's bank balance! There is nothing I really want or need and even the thought of going out isn't too appealing as I want to save myself for next Friday when my cousin arrives and we have booked a table at Buddha Bar. At the moment I'm thinking I'd be happy with a take away and lots of naughty snacks and maybe a glass of champagne in the comfort of my own home! Maybe we could pool together our birthday celebrations and treat ourselves to a night away after baby L arrives? I'm sure we'll both be grateful for some Us time and in desperate need of some sleep too. What do you think Mr L?