Today is my 30th birthday.
Funny how 30 seems so old when you're a kid and yet you really don't feel particularly old when you actually hit the milestone.
I was kinda freaked out when I turned 29, but this year I'm ready for it. I can totally handle turning 30.
I've survived my first ER trip as a parent.
I have faced the terror of maternity clothes and navigated the dark mysteries of the nursing bra.
I've made a tentative peace with my career suicide.
I've somewhat successfully dealt with sickness, fits, poop and everything else my two year has thrown at me.
My body has already gone through the frightening changes that come with bearing two children.
Turning 30 doesn't scare me at this point. (And really, who has the time to worry about a little thing like a birthday with a newborn?)
At least my birthday means I get cake (one that my lovely husband baked for me) and presents.
So 30's here I come. I hope you're ready for me because I've got big plans for you.