The Big Three Oh

I'm turning thirty in a few short hours. Holy crapola - where did all that time go?

Honestly, I've been fine with it. Seriously. Not phased. Hmmmmmm.

Hubby threw a suprise party for me on Saturday night, it was fantastic. About twenty friends and family in a nice local restaurant, we had the place to ourselves, the food was yummo and presents, my Lord, the presents I was soooooo spoilt. I drank too much, partied too hard, had a ball and ended up tucked in bed with a bucket at 1.30am. Whoops.

And my friends (lots of whom are older) were constantly telling me how well I've done, how accomplished I am for turning thirty. They added it up for me: married (for nearly five years), mummy (to a darling 15 month old), professional (okay, that's stretching it, I'm a teacher and have been for seven years) and home owner (LOVE my house. Although there IS a strange smell coming from it these days, it's sour and yucky and I can't find it, damn it. Driving me mental!). I am also surrounded by a gorgeous fam (I actually really love all my family members and count my sibs as up there with my besties) and absolutely amazing friends.

And all of that is true.

So why, why, why have I been feeling so down lately? Is it all hitting me in some way of which I'm unaware? Is it the clomid mucking my brain up? Is it hubby's new job, new routine etc? I don't know. I just know I need to get over this funk and fast.

Frustrating as hell.

So I'll be spending the last few hours of my twenties sleeping (once I get off the damn computer). See you on the other side of 29.

PS There are some piccies from the surprise 30th. Me and my cake (my dad made it!), me and my hubby and the last two show off the party guests. It was an a amzing night, I am a lucky lady.