Well, last night I literally felt like a punching bag. B's dad actually told me that I physically would not be able to conceive after I was 29. WHAT?! I'm only 26. Pretty sure I'm still ok.
My birthday was a few weeks ago and we were talking about my sister being pregnant again. We were joking about her having another boy and I made a comment about hoping I have all girls and my dad actually said,
"Stevy, if you don't have kids by now, you won't have them."
Did I miss something? Am I really that old? A commenter on my last post said she still considers 27 her mid-20's. I'm going to have to agree. I'm in my mid-20's. When did that become the new 48?
It seems like we spend our years growing up dreaming about finding that perfect man to spend our lives with. We dream about our perfect wedding and when it finally comes true, people want you to hurry and move to the next phase in life. B and I are only about a month and a half from our 2 year anniversary. I'd like to married for more than 10 minutes before I start spewing out kids.
On another note, because I can't not comment on it...Did you all watch AI last night? Did you see larry Platt sing his song Pants on the Ground? HILARIOUS! I loved it and I've watched it like 4 times. I've posted the video for you to see.