How about a pity party

Right now A and I were supposed to be en route to our favorite get away to celebrate my birthday. Instead, I am sitting at home, unshowered, in my pjs, feeling nauseous and tired. Having just sucked down a smoothy – the most nutritious thing I’ve consumed in days, I am contemplating going back to bed for my second nap of the day (it’s 2pm). A is on her way home from Maine. My family is having a party I can’t go to tonight, and tomorrow will be my last birthday in the 20s. The first trimester sucks ass. So instead of a birthday party, I’m throwing myself a pity party this year.