Thursday, June 16, 2011
Another Year
My 31st birthday has come and gone. It was a good day and a good week even. I have nothing bad to say about it. My birthday week consisted of too much food, a party disguised as a BBQ rather than a birthday party, and even a brand new electric fondue pot compliments of my hubby! But as this day comes around each year, I can't help but think about how "old" I am. I know in my mind that 31 is technically not old and I don't necessarily feel old, but why is it that there are some women my age that have two, three, or more children already? Why do I feel the need to compare and compete? With each passing year, I can't help but wonder about how many fertile years I have left? We can't be in this infertility limbo forever, right?!
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Happy birthday, friend! I'm glad to hear it was a nice birthday for you. I turn 31 next month. And while I do have one child, I understand your frustration and pondering. My sister is two years younger than me and has three babies already. Yes, I am envious. I have one precious kiddo, but have now grieved three babies gone to heaven in 2011 alone. I just keep telling myself that people have babies even in their 40s these days, so 31 is nothing. Right? I'm still praying for you guys. Here's to a monumental year at 31!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!!! I am glad it was a good one, but know in it's own way it was hard. I hope this year brings you so much joy and dreams come true :)
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