3 weeks later, Happy Birthday to me part 2

I am 30 years old. I am officially middle-aged. Ok not exactly but I may as well be! When you are 20 you are still almost a teenager. At 25 you are in your early 20s which is still almost a teenager. At 27 you are looming closer to 30, but still only in you 20s which is almost a teenager. But at 30 you are, well 30.

I had a good birthday. I honestly didn't think I was going to get anything on my actual birthday (see previous post) but Chad surprised me with some kitchen stuff I have been wanting.

I guess I should be okay with this milestone. I do have 3 fabulous children, with a 4th one the way (I may have failed to mention this before... I'm pregnant. 18 weeks. Don't know the gender yet but OF COURSE we will find out.) I have a house in the suburbs and drive a suburban. My husband has a career. I get to stay home and be a mom. These are all great things. But 30 is such a big number! But at least I'm not 40.