I just turned 38! Oh well, nothing exciting to report about. Which is a bit disappointing in retrospect!
As I child, I always looked forward to being a teen as I rightly associated it with fun! Then I longed to be in my 20s because that is supposed to be when good girls get to settle down with a family. When I was in my 20s, I discovered I am just having fun! So I looked forward to reaching my 30s, and to build a family.
It took time. Oh yeah, I was getting pretty nervous. My brain just kept on tagging the fact that my cousins on both my mother and father's side, were almost already confirmed bachelor and old maids -- before finally plunging in. As in, late marriages. They were mostly in their late 30s or early 40s! Oh, but I am cheering them on as they did manage to have kids!
Then it was my turn. In my early 30s, I got hitched! Nope, I didnt think about getting married, having kids. All I was focused on was that I would be having someone, for myself. Yipee! Hearing stories about 30s being too late for having kids, on having problematic pregnancies, on not so easy births, etc. passed by but that was the least of my concern. My biggest problem was coping with winter, learning the new language, knowing my in laws -- whatever an individual married to a non-Pinoy encounters in a strange land.
Oh well, with my husband's help, it was all a breeze! I found real treasures with my in laws. And managed to settle down, raise kids, found a real place -- despite being frozen along the way :-)
Anyway, did I say my 38th birthday was nothing exciting? Am joking, of course.