So unless I get a call in the next five and a half hours I will be older then thirty when I have our first child. I know its silly and arbitrary but its what I've always expected. If I could have had it my way I'd be working on baby #2 at this point.
I had a really nice birthday weekend with DH and friends celebrating the last of my twenties. We went dancing Friday night and had dances with all my favorite dance partners (DH included). Yesterday I went out to breakfast with a good friend. Last night DH took me to a very nice restaurant. When we got home I took a bath, listened to Frank Sinatra, and relaxed.
Tomorrow I will go to work then get my drivers license renewed (and get a new picture!!). DH will make me a nice dinner, and hopefully my blender will come :)
I try to make myself feel better by saying all of these things would be hard to have done if we had a baby but honestly I'd give it all up in a heart beat. When DH asks me what I want for Christmas I've told him I dont want anything because I dont want anything except a baby. If he really insists on getting something- new siding on the house would be sufficient.