Today is my thirtieth birthday; a rather huge milestone, but one which I've actually been looking forward to with excitement and anticipation. It's always been a really special time of year for Mr Sunshine and I you see.
Three years ago, I was turning 27, and I was looking forward to our very first date the next day. Mr S was a complete gentleman and pulled out all of the stops (as well as some very suave one-liners), and things quickly progressed to a second date.
Two years ago, I'd come to visit him in Doha, where he'd taken up a job as a TV producer a couple of months before. We celebrated me turning 28 with birthday cake for breakfast in the Marriott, followed by a day in a cabana on a beach at Sharq Village and Spa. It was on that day that we came to the decision that living on separate sides of the world was too difficult for us to continue for much longer, and that I would move over to this part of the world as soon as the opportunity arose.
One year ago, Mr Sunshine had recently proposed in that very same cabana at Sharq Village and Spa, and we had travelled home to celebrate our engagement with family and friends. I spent my 29th birthday in a champagne-induced rather giddy state, surrounded by my favourite people in the world.
This year, as I leave my twenties behind, things are a little quieter. We started the day with a lie in and Mr Sunshine brought me breakfast in bed. He is taking me for a trip to nearby Banana Island later, which I am really excited about. All this is amazing, but there is something even better on my mind. Not too long ago, I received some news which was the best birthday present I could ever have wished for.
The news that I'M PREGNANT!!
And then the three of us are off out for some birthday celebrations. I have a feeling that this is going to be the best one yet.