Sorry to leave you hanging on such a downer for the weekend. I seem to be stuck on the subject due to a looming birthday and stacks of forms to sign from the estate planner.
The other night I was lying in bed about to drift off to sleep when I went into a full panic thinking I had lost a full year of my life.
“Wow…we’ll be married 13 years this August.”
And then I did the math.
“I was 21 when we got married. 21 + 13 = 34.”
Wait….34???!!
“I should be turning 33 this year. Did I miss a whole year of my life because I added wrong?”
If you knew me – you would know this is possible.
To make a stupid story short, after some heavy breathing and finger counting, I figured out that we will be married 12 years in August – not 13. Mystery solved. Silly me.
But I do feel like my 30’s are slipping away – along with my figure. Should I care? I wish I could embrace my 30-something self and be happy with my body’s changes like those ladies in the Dove ads – but so far I have been unable to. I still struggle to fit into my 20-something clothes and beat myself up for my. every. single. damn. flaw.
And then there is this baby thing – as in the voice in my head that acts like the computer countdown in LOST’s hatch. Every year around this time all hell breaks loose in there and the alarm begins to sound off.
ALERT! ALERT! YOUR EGGS ARE WASTING AWAY. THE BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE ARE BEHIND YOU.
IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING HAVING ANOTHER BABY EVER - THE TIME IS NOW.
PS- I CAN SEE YOUR CELLULITE.
So then there’s that.
What does your crazy voice scream that makes you panic?
Please tell me you have a crazy voice.
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I’ll be 24 at the end of the month. Of course I know that this is not exactly what you’re wanting to hear…but somedays…I feel like I’ve missed out on alot. I got pregnant with my first baby at 20..and the second one at 22. Somedays it just feels like I lost the fun and thrill of living my 20’s to the “fullest”. You know partying and dating and all that good stuff. My older friends assure me that I’ll get to live my 20’s when I’m in my 40’s and my kids are out of the house. But my husband is almost 12 years older than me and he has 5 kids total..soooo…I dont know if he’s going to be much into living it up when he’s the age of looking into an early retirement!
I am so right there with ya, I want another baby and I hear that voice in my head saying, “You are 34 years old, your eggs are wasting away!”
Yes, I have a crazy voice too. It tells me that if I don’t watch everything I eat then I’ll end up looking like Kathy Bates (who I love to watch in movies) within 5 years. The thought of me being a larger woman and my husband having to see me naked like that frightens me.
I will be 40 in December and have been having an urge to be a mom to an infant all over again. I think it’s because I am so happy and content with my husband that I wish we had had a child together…especially since we are older now, more settled and know what really matters and doesn’t. Then my 16 year old begins to spew teenage hate all over the place and I think…hey…I’m almost done here. In less than 2 years she will be 18 and I can say “go get your own place and stop being mean to me every day.”
“ps I can see your cellulite”!
oh my god, that’s hillarious!
I have to tell you that I run 17.5 miles every week, and I rarely eat anything decadent, definately never any fried foods, and I’ve never had children, and I still have cellulite.
as for the voice in my head? it’s always bitching at me that I don’t make enough money, and when am i going to finally buy a house, dammit!
I’m 46, WAY over the baby ticking thing….and love my life just the way it is. Well, except for never having enough money, but other than that, it’s good. Just wait ’til the young’uns are out of the house…it’s freedom, pure freedom!
Man dude … I will be 37 this year. I had to have my oldest tell me how I was one time because I totally forgot (or was in total denial about it). I don’t know … I don’t let birthdays get to me, but every once in a while, that number will be mentioned, and then I kinda sorta freak out.
But you know what? I really don’t “feel” older. I “feel” like I did (well, ok … not JUST like I did) when I was in college and 22. But seriously, I know I am not that young anymore, nor will I ever see that age again.
Ok … NOW I am starting to freak out.
I’m 48. I feel younger than that, though. I’ve never really freaked out over birthdays. I’m not thrilled about some of the physical changes, but I’m so much more calmer, confident, and emotionally healthy than I was when I was younger. I only see one alternative to aging, and I don’t like it. Also, ladies especially, let’s not get sucked in by a media-driven image of what we think we should look like. There is beauty at every stage of womanhood! Be proud!
Age really is just a number. When I was turning 30, I admit that it freaked me out a bit. 30 just seemed so…old.
Now I’m 40 something or other. (I’d have to ask my daughter exactly how old I am because I forget…how wierd is that?) I’m finally comfortable with myself and who I am. I no longer care what other people think. I’ve finally realized that what I think is what really matters. Most of my friends that have recently turned 40 as well seem to think that way.
We joke that it’s the “magic number”.
Funny. I had a full on panic attack the other night because I realized I’ll be 30 next year. WHERE DID MY 20′S GO?? And what are these spots on my shoulders??!
Bring it on. We’re old. :yahoo:
Like you said, the whole reality of approaching the end of your child-bearing days is a ‘thing’ for us women. You’re YOUNG, MommaK! Of course it’s all relative — I was married at 36 and had my baby at 38. I was very very aware of those aging eggs. When we’re fortunate enough, we women are given an amazing gift — the ability to conceive and nurture a new life. It’s sad to think about saying goodbye to that.
And you’re beautiful just as you are; I can tell. You know, lines and wrinkles (and cellulite, I might add) are all signs of wisdom and maturity. Nothing wrong with being 30-something. Or 40-something… or…
:wave:
OMG, now I really feel old… :shocked:
:scare:
I don’t get hung up but I would sure like to forget them. I loved the cellulite line. That was funny! Thank God wrinkles don’t hurt…
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Š from da Raggedy one
I am closer to 50 than 40. *sigh
Have a wonderful day!
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Okay so now you are really going to know how old I am… Ugh… I’m almost 42. 40 was hard – and I mean really hard. Now, I’m okay with the numbers but not with the bod falling apart. I’m more secure in myself and my abilities. I am better at not letting people intimidate me – that certainly gets easier with age – now I don’t give a flying fig what people say or want or think (I’ve always looked younger than my age, so it was tough when I was 30 and people thought I was 21 and they figured they could run right over me.)
My crazy voice screams at me often. It’s the insecurities about not being pretty enough, smart enough, skinny enough, fashionable enough to be seen in public. Mostly I can control it, but sometimes it’s just uncontrollable.
I had my 2 babies and didn’t really ever want a third but that may be because of the risks of pregnancy and the fact taht Mr. Bug is 11 years older than I am. He wants to retire sometime and not work until he’s 100! He tells me that if he had been younger, we’d have 6 children… Hmmmm – HE can carry them!
Wow, I got a little long winded…
xo
LBC
Go with your inner voice!
Now that all the women have had their say, let Ol’ Hoss set you all straight. Just wait until you are 75 and 283/365ths and you think back: Whoa, if I could just be 60 again.
Summary: It’s all relative.
(I guess cellulite is real, though.)
WOW! What the hell can I say after all these funny, dead-on comments?? These peeps are a hoot! And so are you!
I sssssooooo have that voice in my head. I argue with myself over eating fries. I argue with myself over the whole “baby” thing. I want another, but can my body PUH-LEEZ not feel the pains of pregnancy & childbirth???
And, as for the age thing. I’m a flat 30. I cried when that bday hit. I WANT MY 20′S BACK!!! WWAAAAAA-HAAAAA!!!! But now I’m over it b/c I’m almost at 31.
You, my dear, are fine, great, wonderfully freaking HILARIOUS!!!
Death, birthdays, same difference.
Can we move on to a more cheery subject now?
I had my first baby right before I turned 33. Good age for mothering, in my humble opinion.
I’m just sayin’
:yes:
But of course, you’re mothering already. :duh:
You know what I meant? Don’t you?
Hi MommaK!
Smile and tell yourself that today you are 20, or 30 or however young you feel!!
Last thursday was my bday, I turned 25. I am not afraid (at least that’s what I tell myself) of getting older…hopefully I can do it in a graceful way…as many of the women in my family have. My grandmother (aka my best friend) turned 65 in June, and she’s beautiful in my eyes. She always says, “you’re only as old as you act” So, my blogging friends, don’t be afraid
Of course I have a crazy voice…it screams at me often, telling me I will in fact die some day. Yes, it seems quite obvious but it’s my weird thing, my fear, the thing I take xanax for. So your last post hit close to home. Birthdays though, don’t bother me much. A little ironic maybe. And I can’t have anymore kids so I don’t have to worry about that clock. Lucky me, huh!
I think the crazy voice has mutiple personalities. Usually it’s telling me “Hey your getting fat”. But then it proceeds to tell me “Who cares?” I don’t know which one to listen to.
This sounds like a blog I would post. Minus the baby thing. You may feel different after the 22nd. One hour with my daughter will change your mind. I beat myself up every day about my age and all lost in my soon to be 34 years.
I think we discussed this subject once before (or was that at another site????)….Your age and your weight are just numbers.
My first born is going to be 30 in January, I still feel like I am 30!!!!! You can imagine how old I am and I didn’t have him in my teens…You can be a MOTHER at any age, of course that is up to the individual and if they can handle it as they age…….I would love to have another baby now, but I guess that is why they make us Grandmothers.
Age is just a number. It doesn’t mean anything. I feel like my life is finally getting started. Twenties? What were those?
I do hate that it takes so much work to get any weight off my butt anymore. But I don’t want to dress like a 20-year old.
With the new hubs, my ovaries have been screaming in my ear too. I’ll just have to let them scream.
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