42 and Vomiting (Happily)

I would say the last 5 birthdays have given me grief. Not the idea of aging but the idea of my window to have a child shutting with every year. In the late 30’s there was concern, after turning the landmark 40 there was panic, after entering the 40s there was despair and some resignation.

This year is different. This year I am celebrating my 42nd birthday 28 weeks pregnant. Pregnant and puking.

So as I kneel in gratitude on my bathroom floor repeating “this too shall pass” I do smile because this year I am not afraid that my time has past. Quite to the contrary, my time is just beginning.

Although I might have rethought that tattoo placement.

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