Da Da Dum Dum...

You know that sound that you hear when something really bad is about to happen? That's the sound I've been hearing this morning. Today marks the day that when I fill out my next attendance slip at church, I can no longer check the box next to "20's" for my age group. Today marks the day that I am officially considered old in the eyes of those who are younger than me. I know a lot of people dread this day or often feel depressed or sad. I really don't feel any of those emotions. It's not like I'm totally excited either, though. I am looking forward to being spoiled tonight and tomorrow by my friends and family. But really, it's just a number. I don't feel like I am crossing over the hill quite yet. I still feel young and look young (if you don't look too closely at the wrinkles surrounding my eyes!) It is weird, though. Do you all know that country song, Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter? Well there's this verse in there: "I still remember when thirty was old..." It is so darn true. The closer you get to thirty, the more you realize that it really isn't that old; but way back in your teen and early twenties you thought that when someone hit thirty, they may as well go and put a deposit down on a plot. I vividly remember when I was somewhere around eight years old and our new next door neighbor came over to introduce herself and her four year old son. My parents chatted with her for a while and then my dad asked her how old she was. She replied thirty-two and to that my dad responded, "oh, you're still a baby!" I remember thinking what the heck is my dad talking about? She is no baby and she's not even young...in fact she's so old she even has a four year old! But now I have friends who are in their mid-thirties and they don't seem a day older than I feel. So age really doesn't matter now does it? Okay everyone, now go ahead and give me a good age bashing!

Oh, and before I forget...I had my prenatal appointment on Monday! My Midwife came over to my house and mostly I just updated all my paperwork and insurance info. We talked about how I have been feeling, and she offered the option for me to start giving myself B6 shots again. I passed on them though, cause if this pregnancy follows the same pattern as the other two, then I should be feeling better in about a week or two. Then she took an external measurement of my uterus and confirmed my due date. She read back over the birth details for Rae and Kammie and said she thinks this one should be pretty similar: No warning, hard labor starts, then 3.5 hours later I'll have a baby in my arms. Well, that's what I'm used to, so I know I can do it again! My next appointment is at the end of the month and hopefully I'll get to hear that little heart beat!