Only two more weeks and a half an hour until my next appointment with Dr. S. Antsy, antsy, antsy. I'm curious about what he's going to tell me. I want to know what to expect: More blood work, Clomid or Femera, ultrasound, exam, just talk - what? Patience has never been one of my strongest virtues, and age hasn't improved it. Right now, impatience is making it more difficult than usual to concentrate (that and lack of sleep).
What truly amazes me is that I'm actually looking forward to a doctor's appointment. I dreaded the annual doctor's visit growing up. I remember locking mom out of the car once in the pediatrician's parking lot. I did not want to go in. And here I am wishing it were two weeks from now. This is going to be a long two weeks.
On another note, tomorrow's my birthday. Mariah Carey and I will both be turning 39. For me, I won't be 39 until 8:01 AM. And if I want to be really technical about it, I shouldn't be 39 until the end of April, since I was born a month premature. I'm a month younger than my age. I keep telling myself that, since this will be my last birthday before the big 4-0. And a year and a day from now, I'll be telling myself that I'm technically still in my 30s for another month.
The interesting thing is, I don't feel older than I did ten years ago. I feel better. I'm more sure of myself, I workout, I'm more flexible, I'm stronger. I truly believe "old" is a state of mind. Physically, we'll all grow older - that's a side effect of living - but we'll only get "old" if we let ourselves. I refuse to get old. I refuse to accept that I'll be any less mobile, active, or mentally capable in my 90s than I am now. I fully intend for people to look a me and say, "She's 93? No way. I thought she was in her 60s." I'll grow older gracefully, but I will fight "old" every step of the way.
Now, if I could only convince my old eggs of that . . . . Tsk.
1 comment:
Happy Bday to you!!! I'll be 39 in July myself. I'm still hoping by the time 40 rolls around that either I'll be a mother, an expectant mother or at least a few pants sizes smaller. Hmmm.....I don't feel older either and I agree that it is a state of mind. My DH is about 3 1/2 years younger than me and sometimes we forget that I am the older one. I like to think young and act young (but not immature). I just feel the need to take better care of myself, with working out more, eating better, drinking water and all sorts of other things. I'm thankful that I am healthy and when the big 40 comes....I hope that I am thankful that I am alive and well! I hope to grow old gracefully too. God bless you tomorrow as you celebrate another bday and all the days ahead. Ya know, they say the 40's are the new 30's. Hmmmm....I'd like to think there's some truth to that. :)
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