The people that got us through

For the record; today I have eaten 2 scones and a bowl of cherry tomatoes covered in ranch dressing. Healthy? Obviously not, but it is something. Don't worry, I am going to make a run to Trader Joe's later this afternoon for some quick and easy food.

D is officially on an airplane to Minnesota. I bet you can feel his joy at having to get back on an airplane. It was quite humorous watching him yesterday. He kept checking with the airline trying to get an exit row seat. It is a 4 hour flight from Seattle to Minneapolis and he is worried about an exit row? He flew to freakin' Korea with no exit row! His theory... there is less leg room on domestic flights. To his credit he is correct. So in comfort my dear husband flies to the great midwest and leaves me home alone.

So onto a coffee talk subject.

My birthday is in exactly 31 days. One month people. Normally when I get worked up about my birthday it is to remind people how many more shopping days until the big day. This year the twitter is because I am turning 30.

Sure, many of you who are over 30 will say, "oh it's no big deal. You are just another year older. Oh just wait until you turn 40."

Turning 30 in and of itself is not that bad. My issue is that within the span of 3 months I will experience 3 major life milestones. I have my birthday in June, then hopefully a court date in July (thus becoming a parent) and our 10 year wedding anniversary is in August. These things combined into such a short period of time are really freaking me out.

As I was pulling tiny little clothes out of the dryer I had a sort of epiphany (if that is what you want to call it.) I realized that I am going to be responsible for another human life. While the prospect of becoming a parent is exciting it is also frightening. What do I feed this thing? What do I do with it? Why on earth do I want to be a parent?

And the anniversary thing. It doesn't seem like we have been married that long. I look at the photos and see these 2 naive little children. In fact we do make it a point to stress to others how stupid we were for getting married so young. But despite the ups and downs we have had over the past 10 year I still love my husband more everyday. In fact he has only been gone 2 hours and I miss him already. I does seem like it was only yesterday that we were saying our, "I do's."

Sure, I will only be another year older and another year married and I will become a mom, but I realized something in the process. I have become an adult. I am entering the pool of the thirty-somethings. What I would consider true adulthood. One of those people with the nice house, 2.5 kids, careers and a generally happy family.

Don't get me wrong. I am happy. It just seems like such a big deal to me. So my coffee talk topic is; have you ever had these types of feelings at a major life milestones? What did you do to deal with it or are you ignoring the fact that it ever happened? If you could go back to those milestones would you do things differently?