It feels like yesterday that I sat down and wrote my post about turning 30. Well, heavens to betsy today I turned 31. I’m in my 30’s. I can’t say I love it but what’s a girl to do? I’ll just keeping feeling 28 and move right along with life.
I’d love to have something insightful to write about what I’d like my next year to be. I know it will bring changes. For one thing, I will be the mother of two…which scares me just a little. But I suppose I will adjust to that in the same way I adjusted to being a mother in the first place. You deal. You have to. And you get alot of joy and a little heartache along the way…and if I remember correctly not a whole lot of sleep. I’m excited to meet this baby. The novelty of pregnancy has warn off and I’m just ready to have a new baby and get started. Not that I want a preemie, no sir, but I sorta hope the summer goes fast. It always does so I guess I shouldn’t rush it anymore than normal. I’m still bitter about winter.
The point is, time just keeps on speeding up. Every year disappears a little quicker than the last. Strange how that is. I guess that means I’m a grown up now. Yikes!
Birthdays always make me so melancholy.