Almost 30, anyway.
Although I never write here anymore, or much at all anymore, I'd like to post a little something now. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. And
vtress29's new little one will be one week old. It seems so strange to be so grown up that we are past the age of scandalous pregnancies.
I'm at a place in my life where I actually feel like I finally have the start of real career going (raising money for non-profits; I'll always have a job somewhere), I'm lucky to have a terrific boyfriend who I adore (almost one whole year together now without drama or dysfunctionality or any sort of jackassery - we're just happy together; it's bizarre) and after a tonsillectomy and a year of being sick all the time, I'm on track to becoming healthy again (I hope.) I have nothing to complain about. For me, this is big.
Right now I'm sitting on the couch with a headache, although Tom managed to deposit a giant stack of birthday presents in my living room floor while I was taking a nap. And then he left them to taunt me until he comes back.
Life is good.