Fun times at Ridgemont High

In a little over a week, I will officially celebrate my 30th birthday. Sigh. Thirty seems so old to me. Old. Older. Oldest. Yuck. I've actually been dreading it. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cry for some reason. 

Babe constantly reassures me that thirty is not old, but of course he says that: he's forty-two. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I told him that for my 30th birthday, the big 3-0, I felt like he should give me thirty presents- one for each day of this month. He laughed and told me I was crazy. (Thanks anyway for the idea, Nity). He's been so sweet these past few weeks, bringing home a few small gifts for me "just because." Thinking about that makes me smile. Thank goodness he loves me, even though I'm turning thirty. (wink)

My best friend, also affectionately known as "Peah,"  is flying into town this weekend to help celebrate the "birthday that shall not be named." Because my FET transfer is scheduled for Thursday the 11th, I wanted to take it easy next weekend, so I asked her to come early. I also want to drink and enjoy myself prior to my FET. We have some fun dinners planned this weekend, and I hope to take some pictures to post in the next week or so.  

With this exciting weekend, a busy work schedule next week and then the FET on Thursday, perhaps my birthday won't be so bad, especially if this cycle ends up bringing positive results. A girl can only hope, huh?

I've also taken up walking in the morning and at night. I have never been focused on exercise at all. I mean at all. I know exercise can only help me so I am doing a program with work to try and walk a certain number of steps per day. I wear a pedometer all day and have been purposefully walking at least three miles per day. And for someone who doesn't exercise, I'm pretty proud of myself. Don't burst my bubble and tell me you run ten miles a day or something. Let me have this moment to relish in my three-mile progress. (Giggle)

Babe and I have also decided on Domestic adoption instead of International adoption. With my crazy work schedule, I haven't had a chance to find the "right" agency yet, but I'm definitely still planning to pursue our new direction and have lots of paperwork to look through and process rationally. Thank you all for your love, support, and encouragement. You have been so wonderful, and I'm honored to be a part of your journeys as well.

I know I've been majorly slacking on commenting, and I apologize. I cannot tell you how busy work is right now, and I'm drowning with how much I have to do, much less try and have a personal life. I promise to be back soon and catch up, but please forgive me if I don't comment on all your posts.

I'll post more about my weekend (hopefully with pictures included) and details about my upcoming FET very soon. 

Until then, take care. 

For Babe: "An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets, the more interested he is in her." (Agatha Christie)