November 3, 2008
I’ve never ever minded getting older before. I might not tell you my weight, but I will tell you my age happily. My mother, on the other hand, actually used to tell me to lie about my age around her friends to make her seem younger.
DH and most of our friends are a year or two older than I am, and some of my friends are several to many years older, so I’m usually one of the youngest people around. Throughout different stages of my career I have been the youngest or one of the youngest people around. I am almost always the one to ask the Four Questions at the Passover Seder, even in my 30s.
Now, I have made the transition from early 30s to mid 30s, and for the first time, I’m not 100% happy about that number. Not because of mortality, or what it means for my career, but entirely because of the fertility implications. I wonder at what point the RE stops saying, “You’re still young.” This year? Next year?
In other news, I’ve had two pieces of birthday cake so far over the weekend and haven’t been satisfied with either. I’ll keep seeking out new pieces of cake until I am satisfied.