I've got my 40th bday in about 6wks. I also have a 3dcs, 5 and under, youngest is now 4mo and ebf. She's been waking every 2hrs recently and I haven't yet cracked any type of sleep routine with her. I put on weight since she was born (partly because I'm so knackered and they're so demanding I never get to actually eat a plate of food, so am constantly grazing on snack food and sweet food and never entirely sure how much I've eaten). I'm still that horrid saggy breastfeeding shape, and in manky grey bf bras.
DH has arranged a party. I've asked if we can postpone it for a year so I've got a fighting chance of actually enjoying it. I feel there's a strong possibility that I'll spend the evening upstairs comforting/ feeding the youngest while everyone else enjoys themselves. I've been pregnant or BFing so much of the last 6yrs and have spent so much time soberly watching everyone else enjoy things without having to limit themselves (booze intake; time to bed etc) that I don't really want to have to do it again when it's actually my party... Also, if we do go ahead and do it, and I do spend the night upstairs sorting out children while everyone else has fun, that's it. There won't be another chance to celebrate. That will be my memory of my 40th.
DH has been really unsupportive thinks we can't keep our lives on hold; that youngest will be more consistent and sleep longer by then; I suspect he also thinks I'm being a bit dramatic. He wants to crack on. Says it'll all be ok. I suspect he's put a lot of work in and doesn't want to cancel now.
Aibu to want to wait and have a fighting chance of actually enjoying my birthday? Ot should I just try to think positively, slap on a smile, accept my body is shit, pile on the make up, enjoy my 3 drink limit and be grateful for what I've got?