Yep, it’s a Monday. And that’s not good or bad, it just is.
Went and renewed my license today. Wasn’t as stressful as I made it out to be. And yes, that means it was my birthday yesterday. The big 3-5. And normally, birthdays don’t get to me. But this one has been a little rough, for several reasons. First of all, the crud with Daniel and Rick is hanging over us. (No definitive news on Rick. And little Daniel has been diagnosed with Stage 4 Neuroblastoma Cancer. *sigh*) Then, I have been sick all freaking week with some kind of fever/cold crud. I am *so* tired if being sick. Blech…
And then…there’s the whole reproductive ticking clock. THAT is the biggie for me. Tim and I would love to add another child to the McSween clan. We accept that its in God’s hands. (After all, we waited nearly 8 years for Emma.) But I know I don’t have 8 more years to have another. And 35 is the ‘deadline’. You know, the whole ‘your risk is greater after age 35…’. That’s what I’m having to accept with this birthday.
Mostly, turning 35 is no biggie. I’m happier that I was in my 20s. And I would never want to go back and relive those years. I have a pretty awesome life. It’s just those few little words ‘after age 35’. If I had gotten pregnant last month, it wouldn’t matter. And yes, I know lots of women give birth after 35 with no issues. But I also know not everyone has issues with *getting* pregnant too. And I do.
So, aside from the whole reproductive issue…it was an okay birthday. Tim and the kids had strawberry cheesecake and flowers for me. My dear friend Rachel gave me a beautiful bracelet. And my fever stayed sort of low all day. 😉
So, Happy Birthday to me! 🙂