So I'll be turning 30 this Friday... Yep, happy birthday to me. I really dread this birthday, because it's one of those years that becomes a turning point in life. It's like your 18th, or 21st birthday-type of year. Being 30 means you're no longer in your 20's, no matter where in the late 20's you are. It makes you remember the "old" times and refer to the 80's song as "oldies." It means checking off a different age group when filling out questionaires. It defines the difference between a Miss and a Madam. It makes you realize that you can't pull all-nighters anymore and that your little heart can't take those daredevil rollercoaster rides anymore. It also brings you into a totally different mindset in financial terms because now you find yourself paying attention to those Social Security debates because they start to mean something to you now...
The most scariest part of being 30 to me is that it means that my biological clock is ticking and I'm running out of excuses (and time) for not having a baby yet. I woke up in the middle of the night in sweat one day because I dreamt that I was pregnant. Yes, I have a fear in having babies. I have a fear to raising kids. I have a fear in the whole process. But yet, I know I have to do it, now sooner than later. Turning 30 is forcing me to stop procrastinating and to face my fear!