Happy Birthday...to me! I complete 29 tomorrow. Accoring to my life plans, I was supposed to be holding a baby in my arms by now. I guess life had other plans.
I am an year older, and maybe a little bit wiser? I now know that I have much less control over my life than I believed I had. I know who my true friends are, and who will support me through highs and lows.I also know that I am the luckiest person in the world to have married my best friend who is a pillar of love and support.
I realize that one's metabolism does indeed slow down with age. What I eat has started accumulating on my abdomen (not that it has stopped me from eating the good stuff).
I am dreading calls from my friends as much as I am looking forward to them. Especially calls from friends overseas with whom I don't get to talk as often. I dread the "baby" question or anything related, but I look forward to catching up.
I am in no mood to celebrate. I thank God for the past year which even though was filled with sadness, was also blessed in many ways. Last birthday, I was excited because 28 was going to be the year I became a mother. This year, I am still hopeful, but also realistic. Who knows what lies ahead?