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.
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Gimme some love and tell me what you think! No really, I can take it. I'll just double-up on those anti-depressants first.
I may not be able to reply back quickly (I am a mom after all), but I read each and every word you type!