I’m 35. Wow, it still feels strange to say that, and I’ve been 35 now for (counting fingers) 13 days now. I’m in a whole other survey bracket.
If, heaven forbid, I was to get knocked up again (fat chance!) I’d be freaking geriatric pregnant chick at the OB’s office. Thank the good Lord that’s never gonna happen!
So, the point is, I’m 35 now. Happy freakin’ birthday to me.