Know what’s better than being 37? Being 37 and not pregnant! Ami-freaking-right?! HIGH FIVE!
(It’ll forever after be my determination of what makes a good birthday. I’ll be 89 with an amputated foot and cataracts and STILL be like “Pfft. At least I’m not pregnant!”)
(There is a 90% chance I’ve messed up that age- it’s been known to happen on an increasingly regular basis. Did I just count on my fingers up from 1979? Maybe.)