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sakon7640 weeks today. The turkey-is-done button (bellybutton) has metaphorically popped. Jazzy can decant anytime now. (Squiddle was four days over, so probably not today? I'm hoping for tomorrow, because then later I'll get to tell the story about going into labor on Labor Day.) Everything is ready - even the double stroller has arrived, been assembled, and is Squiddle-approved. (We ended up going with this one, which is the doubled version of the one we've been using for the last three years. Wider and slightly inconvenient, I know, but NONE of the front-and-back strollers fit our two-year-old!)
Yesterday was our family get-together for the holiday weekend. And even though we arrived 45 minutes late (due to me stupidly miscalculating when the bread I was making would be done), we were the first to arrive at my parents'. I got the very nice compliment, when asked if we would be having any more kids and I explained the sharp increase in genetic problems for post-40 moms, that I didn't look 40. Funny thing is, I don't. (My parents both have long looked younger than their younger siblings. Good genes? A more relaxed lifestyle? Take your pick.) Nor do I feel it. I've always, always, been a "late bloomer." In high school I was still referring to my age group and peers as "kids." I quite literally only started dating because of peer pressure to do so.
My late grandmother kept turning 39 every year for decades. I'm not going to do that. I'm going to claim my age. Like a fine wine or stinky cheese, I keep getting better with age. :) But just because I'm 40 doesn't mean I'm going to be, act, or feel like what everyone "expects" 40 to be. As the song says - "Age is just a number. Don't you stop having fun."
(And bonus points to anyone who KNOWS what song I'm referring to and who sang it. '90s pop!)
Today is going to be a day of getting last-minute work done around the house. Including, hopefully, taming some of the sprawled mass of stuff that has somehow engulfed the living room. Some of it's mine, and the fault of my quilting hobby. Some of it's stuff that's gotten pulled down from the rafters where we stored it until the baby came. But all in all it's just too much mess right now, and I'm sick of it.
Yesterday was our family get-together for the holiday weekend. And even though we arrived 45 minutes late (due to me stupidly miscalculating when the bread I was making would be done), we were the first to arrive at my parents'. I got the very nice compliment, when asked if we would be having any more kids and I explained the sharp increase in genetic problems for post-40 moms, that I didn't look 40. Funny thing is, I don't. (My parents both have long looked younger than their younger siblings. Good genes? A more relaxed lifestyle? Take your pick.) Nor do I feel it. I've always, always, been a "late bloomer." In high school I was still referring to my age group and peers as "kids." I quite literally only started dating because of peer pressure to do so.
My late grandmother kept turning 39 every year for decades. I'm not going to do that. I'm going to claim my age. Like a fine wine or stinky cheese, I keep getting better with age. :) But just because I'm 40 doesn't mean I'm going to be, act, or feel like what everyone "expects" 40 to be. As the song says - "Age is just a number. Don't you stop having fun."
(And bonus points to anyone who KNOWS what song I'm referring to and who sang it. '90s pop!)
Today is going to be a day of getting last-minute work done around the house. Including, hopefully, taming some of the sprawled mass of stuff that has somehow engulfed the living room. Some of it's mine, and the fault of my quilting hobby. Some of it's stuff that's gotten pulled down from the rafters where we stored it until the baby came. But all in all it's just too much mess right now, and I'm sick of it.
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Date: 2016-09-04 04:19 pm (UTC)Wow, I'm older than you. XD I somehow thought we were the other way around. Not by a lot! Couple years maybe. I think because you're married and I'm not (anymore) which I've always associated with Being An Adult(tm), and I've never fully felt myself there. XD
But YES SO TRUE it's what I always tell people. Physical age is meaningless, really, except the meaning we decide to put on it. I quite happily told everyone I was "40 And Fabulous", and this November, I look forward to telling everyone that I am Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. \o/
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Date: 2016-09-04 06:46 pm (UTC)Yep, Sakon and Femme4jack are relative youngsters, among the LJ group that hit Botcon in 2011, iirc. ;D (I think only Mmouse and one other person are older than me - I just dinged 48 last week! \o/)
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