My 20's were a pretty amazing decade - graduating from college, starting a job in the real world, meeting the love of my life, marrying, buying a house to call our own, and settling into a job that I'm happy at. Learned a lot, built up experiences, traveled more than I had in the 20 years before, and met and lost loved ones. I've got to say that I'm proudest of my marriage - we make quite the team, and after three years, it still keeps on getting better. I consider myself very lucky. Overall, I'm pretty pleased and proud of where I'm at.
What comes next? Well, at work alone, I have two coworker buddies who are pregnant and due this spring. Most of hubs' friends have kiddies running around, and two are pregnant with their seconds. The ironic thing is none of my close girlfriends have kids yet... Now that I'm 30, yes, the biological clock is ticking because if two kids are in our cards, then ideally they come by 35. I'm not worried that I can't handle babies and little kids, because I've had plenty of experience with that. It's when they become pre-teens and teens that worries me. I'm also worried about the drastic lifestyle change that children bring about. Because as I've seen and been told, kids change EVERYTHING. I guess part of me just wishes that we had a few more years of just the two of us before we had delve into that.
Will I fib about my age and say I'm 29 from now on? That remains to be seen... ;)
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