It's my birthday and first ever as a mummy.
The last 18months have been a hard slog; pregnancy was awful, severe PND and now I'm back at work and juggling full time employment in a really stressful profession, with caring for an 8month old who doesn't sleep or eat, and studying.
My DH isn't good with gifts. I've come to expect a random concoction of gifts which clearly made sense in his head mid-panic buy. He knows the day is coming yet always leaves it to the last second so I end up with an array of gifts which are an attempt to mask his laziness by the old "quantity over quality" ruse. One of my presents this year was...a postcard. But let's not get into that.
Given his crapness I know it's ridiculous to be so hurt but I genuinely cannot believe he hasn't given me anything from DS. He did his whole quantity over quality for Mother's Day (and promised lots of things which never materialised) but at least it was a form of acknowledgement.
To be given nothing-not even a photo in a frame or just something a tad sentimental to mark the occasion-has really upset me. I know it's stupid and a very first world problem, but it has really knocked me.
I know , I know-I need to get over myself but I'm so struggling to mask my disappointment.
Ended up buying myself a necklace 'from' DS for me. How sad.