Saturday, January 19, 2008
Joyeux anniversaire à moi!
I don't want to turn 34.
34 is a scary number. Because 34 is right before 35, and I don't EVER want to turn 35.
I'm not done having babies, and my fertility is already in the crapper, but 35 is when things are supposed to *really* get bad fertility-wise. And if I do get pregnant, want to know what the term is for a pregnancy in which the mother is over 35? A senile pregnancy. Isn't that nice?
So, yeah, I'm really not to keen on turning 34, what with all the senility lingering just around the bend. So I've cooked up a scheme -- if I'm not in the country or time zone in which I was born, then 34 won't be able to find me, and therefore I can bypass all the age-changing.
And so I'm going to Paris.
Yep -- for several lovely days at the beginning of March, I will be in La Ville-lumière (City of Lights) with my wonderful husband. I have dreamed of going to Paris my entire life. It's always topped my "Places I want to see before I die" list. I can't even really believe I am going. Somebody pinch me!
Now, what should I pack....?