It's my birthday, I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to....

I'm 36 years old today. I don't like birthdays. Really, our life starts the moment we are conceived. That means I'm 36 years and 9 months old (approximately) today. That also means I missed the party 9 months ago. Drat. Note to self: conception party in 3 months.

Yes, you read right, we should have conception celebrations instead of "birth" days!