My birthday?

So...if your husband forgets to acknowledge it, is it still your birthday? Look, I know things have been hectic with the lead up to this trip and while we've been on this trip, but honestly, my birthday doesn't change from year to year...he knew this was coming.
This morning my b-day was first acknowledged by my MIL :) and Brendan and Jess brought me beautiful flowers and a very pretty scarf and my parents even called to wish me a happy birthday....but nothing from Dave. A bit later I asked quietly if he had a card for me...and he said no. I'll admit, that hurt! Delanah was in the Ergo and I went into the bedroom where it was quieter so she could sleep and then I had a little pity party. I'll admit again, my eyes welled up, but I did not do it in public, there was no yelling, stamping of feet, dramatic throwing of myself on the ground....just a quiet departure. He came in a few minutes later looking for a battle, I know the stance and the look. He was on the defence and that put me off right away. What would have made this all better? An "I'm sorry, I screwed up, what can I do to make it better". What did I get? Apparently this was all my fault as, oh let's see, I "ruined" his surprise of going out this morning to do a last minute card run, I was "hogging" Delanah and apparently chose to have my birthday at the end of a busy week. We got into a bit of an argument and I thought I argued my case well...as for "hogging" Delanah, he tried to tell me that she was feeling fine, even though she hadn't pooped for a week, and that it was me that wasn't doing well. She wasn't feeling well, and she wanted her mom for comfort. If she isn't feeling well, is in yet another new place again, surrounded by new people and is reaching for me to comfort her, guess who is going to "hog" her...and if that is "hogging", than I will gladly do it whenever my child needs me. As for "ruining" the last minute card run...I'd rather not have anything at all than see my husband making a mad dash to the only open store in town to rummage through whatever cards they may have there. And yes, I did point out the fact that I somehow still managed to get all of the Father's Day cards bought before we left, as I wanted to make sure he had something on Father's Day when we got back (and apparently I am the only one who can remember to get cards for our own fathers). He proceeded, when the previous justifications weren't working, to bring up that this past year I had to run out on his birthday to get something....ummmm...our baby was not even 8 weeks old yet! I wasn't get out much at all! I was still recovering myself and had a hard time making it up and down our stairs let alone pack up a newborn, in the bitter cold, and traipse to a store to get a card.
All in all, this morning sucked for me. He left, still in a tizzy, heck bent on continuing through with his "plans" to get me a card this morning, and during that time I managed to get Delanah to nap and decided that if my entire day wasn't going to suck, then I was going to need to just make my day as happy as I could.
Did I have the birthday of my dreams? Not even close. It wasn't a bad day, it wasn't the greatest day, and I would have loved to have had a bit of a fuss made over me by my husband, but we can't have everything we want, can we.