|Happy Birthday to me!|
I turned 33 on Monday. It's kind of a strange thing to grow older, isn't it? I think it's true - every year seems to go by faster than the one before it. And now I'm solidly in the thirties. You could describe me as "30-something" and be completely accurate.
The girl that I've been going to (so far only three times but it's becoming a "thing") to get waxed asked me how old I was and she assured me that I don't look a day over 27. Sometimes I still feel like I'm 27 . . . if you were to ask my age I might just say "27" because in my mind, that's how old I feel. This is probably because that was a really good year: I reconnected with my old boyfriend (now he is my husband) after about six years apart, I landed the job that led to the job that I have now, I moved back to my hometown after being away about 10 years, and in general just had a lot of fun. But, in actuality, even though I THINK I'm 27 I'm really totally cool with being 33. 33 feels solid. 33 feels like it has its shit together.
I had an unusual amount of time over the weekend (thanks to a sick day and a vacation day - because I don't believe one should have to go to work on their birthday - it's a personal philosophy that I live by) to watch the HBO show "Girls" on demand. I watched about six episodes of season one over a four-day time period and I have to say this is now one of my favorite shows. I really appreciate the candidness of the four primary characters - all in their mid-twenties, single and living in New York. I love the way Hannah just says what's on her mind - it's so zany but also really heartfelt and relateable. My inner 24-year-old relates so hard to her. Watching the show has made me think back to my own early-to-mid twenties and what a huge pile of crazy I was . . . how I felt so confused and misdirected and misunderstood. I'm really glad that I'm not 24 anymore. In fact, I'm really really glad to be 33. This is going to be an awesome year.
Tonight we are going to the hospital to meet the newborn baby of our dear friends. I'm really excited about holding a newborn again. I haven't held a newborn since my own daughter (now 17 months old TODAY) was in my arms. God, sometimes I really miss those times. I loved having a newborn. But I also love the chirpy, giggly, adorable still-not-sleeping-through-the-night toddler I have today. If my ovaries could have their way I'd be pregnant again as of yesterday . . . but fortunately my (very tired) brain and my (also very tired) husband can talk sense. I really want to have another child but it's all planned out for the future: get pregnant in the summer of 2014, have baby in 2015. I'll be 35 - which I think is perfect. And because things always go according to plan, this should work out just as I want it to, right? Right.