I'm 31 today and that totally sucks. The wrinkles, the gray hair, the gravity enhanced butt sag....none of it matters in the least to me, but the drying up ovaries do mean a lot. Hell, mine apparently weren't that good to begin with! Last year at this time, I got through my 30th with sanity by convincing myself it would be the last birthday I'd go though childless, or at least pregnant. By that time we had started talking about fertility treatments, when I NEVER imagined wouldn't work right away. So, needless to say I never imagined I'd be here today.
But, there's nothing I can do about it at the moment. Seriously...nothing. Not a damn thing I can do today to improve my situation so I may as well take advantage of what I have, which is friends and family willing to hang out for my birthday. I had a major breakdown last night, crying on my husband's shoulder. It may have been a day premature, but at least it put things back into perspective for me today. Maybe I really am turning over a new leaf! I'm planning on having dinner with family and then having friends over for a Wii party. Rockin' always makes me feel better....or maybe it's the beer that goes along with it. No matter...we'll have both tonight.
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Stumbled upon your blog and wanted to wish you a wonderful birthday. At 35 now and still without a little one I can understand how painful those milestones can be. *hugs* Take care.
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