The One Where I Get Older

Today is the last birthday(celebration) I plan to have, because I’m 39 and I’m NOT getting any older, dammit. I spent today doing what I imagine most mothers of newborns do-a trip to the grocery store where I realized I had forgotten to bring a bottle for Kaitlyn and had to buy ready-to-feed formula and make a bottle right there in the store. Then over to Babies R Us to buy a new diaper bag, because the one the hospital gave me is huge, albeit free so therefore I’m not ungrateful. But sometimes I just need a diaper bag big enough for one or two diapers, the travel wipes, a burp cloth and a bottle, and the hospital one is more suited for, say, a weekend trip to Chicago. Back at home I got busy with more bottle feedings, diaper changes, a quick lunch and a brief period of unconsciousness on the couch.

Last night, however, there was Sweet and Sour Chicken and Crab Rangoon from my favorite Chinese restaurant, a HUGE chocolate layer cake sneakily purchased by BC while picking up the food, and a wireless XBox controller for a present (because when I am hacking and slashing bad guys as the Prince of Persia, I need to be free of the constraints of a controller cord).

There’s only one thing I can think of that might make turning 40 (cough…gag…hack) more bearable. If I could lose 40 pounds by the time I turn 40, I would consider that quite an accomplishment. 40 pounds in 12 months is 3.3 pounds a month, or less than a pound a week. Very reasonable. This isn’t a weight loss blog so I won’t go on and on about it, but I may mention my progress once in a while. And next January I may even be willing to celebrate.