Well come this January I'll be turning 30, as if this is not bad enough...we are still trying to have baby # 1. It's such a depressing thought and when I sit and think about it too much the tears begin to flow.
I hate the fact that my chances are decreasing by the day...i feel like i'm trying to outrun time, and who in the heck can achive that?
What a shitty birthday it will be.....I think I'll try to run away, sit on a swing like a hobo and get drunk by myself on champange from the bottle!
Scary thing is, I think my friends are trying to plan a surprise party...God I hope not! lol