Thirty

I spent my thirtieth birthday moving into a new house and gestating my first kid. Which is pretty much exactly how I've been wanting to celebrate my thirtieth birthday for several years now. Well, maybe not the actively moving part. But it's nice to be looking forward to so much positive change during a milestone birthday. Also, I'm hoping that the round numbers will make it easier for me to remember my own and my kids' age in the decades to come.

We got the keys to our new house the day before my birthday, so we had planned to spend the day taking over things we didn't want to bother the official movers with. Things that were fragile or too hard to pack. We also took Kina over to the new house, since we had to get her out of the old house for a few showings.

The air conditioner was out at the new house, which killed some of our plans. We got a load of stuff moved over, but it was ultimately too hot (and I was too pregnant) for us to do too much. It was a good start, though.

In the evening, Kevin and I went out for a nice steak dinner, as we always do to celebrate birthdays. I almost ate too much, but managed to keep from feeling like I was going to explode. And I celebrated with a glass of wine, which I once again managed to nurse for about an hour. I'm really going to have to figure out how to hold on to that skill in the future.

All in all, it was a pretty low-key day. But, as I said, it's exactly what I wanted for my thirtieth. I'm really looking forward to the coming year, which promises to be both excellent and busy. And given that I'm posting this nearly three weeks after my birthday, you can tell that the business has already started.