so the birthday is one month from today... 34. nothing crazy like turning 30 and just shy of turning 35 when i can get depressed about not having had 7 kids and a house, but still able to cause a little anxiety about living here with mom and being single and all that...
then again, screw that thought.
i don't think i would be okay with having kids at this point. still have a lot of living to do before i "pop a pink one out" or "have a scrog" (as friends of mine have said)
plus... have you seen my effing bedroom?
nope. i am so not ready to have a husband or kids.
and, hell, if geena davis can have twins at age 47 , my biological clock just hit snooze....

