Today is my birthday…the big 3-0. I have officially reached my scary age and you know what? I’m not scared anymore.
I’m not scared to continue wanting to achieve certain things in my life. I know risks for pregnancies become higher after 30, but I don’t feel like my body isn’t capable of producing another beautifu, healthy child. I want one, but don’t think we will financially be able to afford it all anytime soon. And I don’t want to be doing the baby thing when Aidan is going to school.
I don’t feel like an old grandma or washed up in any way. Sure things are sucky right now, but it doesn’t mean that it’s all downhill from here. I’m actually excited about growing older now because I have a beautiful husband and a beautiful child to grow old with. That makes the increase in numbers so worth it.
If I was single still, yeah I’d probably be hating my birthday today, but lucky for me I got my shit together a few years back.
I’m really excited about upcoming changes in my life, whether they are near or far. I am so happy.
