Next Thursday, one week from today, is my 35th birthday. I am not looking forward to it all...not one bit.
On one hand, I want to fast forward through this super craptastic period of my life. (If there is even an end to it.) But on the other hand, I feel so unaccomplished and like I'm quickly running out of time. Not to mention, every day that passes makes having a baby that much more unlikely, that is IF I ever meet my Mr. Right to have a family with. I used to feel like I was going to wake up one morning and suddenly be in my fourties. I still feel the same way, except add a decade or two.
I know, I know...35 is so young. I have so much of my life ahead of me. You know what I have to say to that? Nothing. Just a big ol' eyeroll.
Someone's knockin' and it's my LATE THIRTIES.
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