So next month I turn 30.
Don't judge me please, but I'm feeling the tiniest bit (and really, I mean REALLY minutely) uncomfortable about that fact.
I know! I'm being silly. I'm usually the first person to call someone else ridiculous for working themselves into a tizzy about getting another year older. And until the past few weeks I actually looked forward to my 30's. Women I used to work with told me those were the best years of their lives; that they learned to stop worrying and enjoyed life more. At that time I was in a sort of tumultuous period of my 20's, so I was particularly excited about the prospect of feeling less anxious. I still am (and I think I'm already learning not to worry so much, hooray!). But I also feel like my youth is over and it's all downhill from here.
That, I'm sure, is a very, very common feeling, right? And I'll get over it soon enough. I think getting older also has more implications for infertiles than the general public, and that's probably affecting my outlook as well.
Anyway, like I said, it's not bothering me a ton, just enough for me to take notice. I'll be on vacation when my birthday rolls around, so with any luck I'll be too busy having fun to mourn the passing of my youth!