It’s the evening of the ninth of January, and I’m 30. Officially, completely 30 years of age. I must admit, as much as I am looking forward to it, I am still a bit nervous. Thirty is so old – it’s so very adult.
My facebook wall is filled with well wishes from my friends – some whom I have known since I was a pre-teen (is that called a “tween” now?). Almost all of them have started their families.
I have very high hopes for this year – for conceiving this year. But I ran across this article via a little pregnant in the Washington Post. It’s not that I wish anyone ill will or even that I’m not excited for their growing families – but geez louise, fertile myrtle… Do I have to see the sonogram image?