In three days, I’m going to be 35. Thirty-five, folks. Me. Don’t ask me how this happened, because I have no idea how I got here.
Sure, it’s not that old. And I know I have plenty of life left in me, and years ahead of me. But let’s face it: 35 is kind of a big deal. Especially since I’m just now starting my family.
I see my friends who had kids years ago, and their children are going into kindergarten, starting junior high school, and getting their driver’s licenses. Me? I’m not even pregnant yet. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally comparing my life to theirs, or even necessarily expressing disappointment in the decisions I’ve made in my life that have kept me childless — heck, I’ve had a good run.
I will say this: The older I get, the harder it becomes to have kids. And I’m not talking about the biological reasons, as real as they might be. I’m talking about changing my life after thirty-five years of living it as I have.
Make no mistake about it. I’m ready for parenthood. And I want to become a mother more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But saying goodbye to certain lifestyle habits is bittersweet.
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