Sunday was my birthday and I am embracing turning 35. Up until now I have viewed it as the mile marker in my life when my fertility goes down the toilet – more than it already was. My mother has been putting the pressure on for me to have a baby but I am just not ready. 35 is just a number and if we have trouble conceiving a second kid then maybe Nate was meant to be an only child. We will cross that bridge when we come to it.
Saturday we had the family over for a barbecue and the weather was perfect. I actually got to sit outside and enjoy my yard instead of cleaning it up for once. I am going to make an effort to do that again this weekend. On Sunday Love had to work so Nate and I were left on our own to celebrate my day of birth. We lounged around in the morning and I had chocolate cake for breakfast. Once I got a little energy I decided it was time to go to the beach. We went to a very small local beach because I knew we wouldn’t stay too long. We were one of 3 cars in the parking lot so it was perfect. An hour later when people began to arrive we left and went to Target…where I forgot the one thing I went there for. Another sign of being a year older. If it’s not on my list I forget it.
When we got home I put Nate down for a nap and headed outside to plant my birthday lily from my parents and put new bricks around my mailbox garden. Nate woke up just as I finished so we headed inside for showers and dinner. It felt so good to lay on the couch after dinner with my magazine. I could have fallen asleep but I was patiently awaiting Len’s arrival from work. I ended my day watching True Blood while drinking sangria. A great end to a pretty good day. Now on to a 5 day weekend! That’s a vacation in my book!
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