Thursday, January 22, 2009

Even and odd

So I'm definitely in a slump. I wish I wasn't so blue lately...

I'm 33. Maybe it's a coincidence but it seems like for the last 8 years when I'm even it's a good year, and when I'm odd it's not.

My boyfriend of 6 years broke up with me when I was 25. That was a hard transition.

But then 26 was a lot of fun- I started dating and met KB.

27 was rough. Between a disappointment with a specific guy and the start of KB's relationship with her husband (I like him a lot now, but the beginning of their relationship caused some major ripples in ours), I had some difficult times.

28 was awesome. Probably the best year of my adult life. I bought my condo. I was super social. I was enjoying dating and hanging out with friends. Two thumbs up for 28.

29- ugh. That was my rough year. I guess it all started when I was 28, but that was just a couple of months, and then most of 29 was tough, tough, tough. (Although I did get B-Dog that year, and towards the end of 29 met III.)

30- I had a fabulous 30th birthday in DC, then I got engaged, then I got married! Can't beat that.

31- Just after I turned 31, I found out... ugh, it's a long story, which I'm sure will come up at some point. But III had some issues before we met that I was unaware of until 2 days before Christmas. It caused some real angst for both of us... on top of that, he was living in DC for 2 months... Ugh.

32- was pretty good. I was enjoying marriage, enjoying our house, enjoying our dogs... happy. We were at the beginning of the TTC stuff, but not yet far enough along that it was a concern.

So here I am at 33. The infertility shit has hit the fan. (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But it definitely is getting to me.) B-Dog has cancer. School sucks. *sigh*

As a winter baby, I have another 11 months of 33... hopefully it will get better. If tomorrow's IUI goes well, maybe 33 will start looking up....

1 comment:

marc aurel said...

Makes me think of that Talking Heads song about the days going by. Make the most of them, they never return