It's My Birthday, it can Snow if it wants to!

I'm now 31 and in all the birthdays I can remember, it has never snowed! A good omen? My Reflexologist thought so.

This morning was also the only birthday morning I can remember when I woke up without someone there to wish me a happy birthday. My son did he best though and I almost cried it was so adorable. After the initial demand for "mulk Mummy" we ran down stairs, got milk for him and tea for me and returned to the bedroom to open the pitiful amount of cards I'd managed to hide from the annual confiscation hubby does for me... mostly work mates then! My son finally realised it was my birthday at this point and remembered the prompt that had been drilled into him "happy birthday Mummy, I love you", at which point I welled up and thought, is it possible to love anyone more than I love this little man? I almost blubbed out loud when he then, completely unprompted, saw I was naked under the duvet and said "me tuck you in Mummy... keep you warm" He's only 26 months bless him! What better birthday present could I have wished for.

I know I'm a lucky lady, because I was also treated to a visit from new neighbour at 8am, who came to cook me a special birthday breakfast. She's the most amazing friend and I love her to bits.

Birthday, snow, no more work for two weeks and to top it off, today I'm convinced I ovulated. Which is exactly why, once hubby rolled in at 11am I dragged him to the bedroom and gave him a good seeing to. Considering the fact that he was probably still drunk he did extremely well. After a catnap I headed off to Reflexology. I went to the same lady when I was pregnant with my son because I had a really stressful job and it really helped me to have some me time.

When we didn't conceive straight away in June this year, I decided to give it a go again, as I've heard it can help with getting pregnant too. I went in September and the strangest thing happened. For those who don't know, Reflexology is not just a nice foot massage, there's a lot of mental focussing as well, you really get time to think about yourself "talk to your body" and work out what's going on in there. I was quite surprised therefore that, while telling my body I was ready to conceive I realised that I actually wasn't! There was a lot going on a t the time, both at work and at home and I think I just realised that there was things I needed to get sorted in my head first. This time was very different, despite the fact that as a family we may be having to rely on my income only in a few months, I feel totally ready to try again. I really hope it works...

After a very relaxed afternoon, I've spend the evening in front of a roaring fire wrapping Christmas presents and drinking champagne. Life is good.